Willie & Waylon Haggard & Jones & Johnny Cash

Everybody's talking 'bout Willie and Waylon
Haggard and Jones and Johnny Cash
Everybody's walking around this town
Saying, "Country music's where it's at"

Everybody's wearing a cool t-shirt
Got an outlaw beard and snakeskin boots
And everybody's strumming on a old six string
Chasing whiskey dreams, ain't nothing new

But everybody sounds like Bruno Mars
In these Nashville bars and it makes me mad
'Cause everybody's talkin 'bout Willie and Waylon
And Haggard and Jones and Johnny Cash

Well, I was in the mood for a little Merle
So I requested "Rainbow Stew"
And seriously that singer said, "The kitchen's closed at two"
Then I spit my dip, and tipped his jar and told him all about my pain
Said, it sure be nice if you boys kick off a "Little Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain"
He said they didn't know it, but they sure would learn it
Before the next time when I came back
Yeah, everybody's talkin' 'bout Willie and Waylon
And Haggard and Jones and Johnny Cash

Everybody's talkin' 'bout Willie and Waylon
Haggard and Jones and Johnny Cash
Everybody's walkin' around this town
And sayin', "Country music's where it's at"

Everybody's wearin' cool t-shirt
Got an outlaw beard and snakeskin boots
Everybody's strummin' an old six string
Chasin' whiskey dreams, it ain't nothin' new

But everybody's sounds like Bruno Mars
In these Nashville bars, and it makes me mad
'Cause everybody's talkin' 'bout Willie and Waylon
And Haggard and Jones and Johnny Cash

Well, I hung my head, a broken man
And I walked back to my truck
I turned on my AM radio, hoping that I might hear some Buck
But every song was looped with drum machines and sounded like that pop
My girlfriend likes listen to and, hell, I just turned it off
I don't understand what's happening
It's like Nashville lost its Nash
'Cause everybody's talkin' 'bout Willie and Waylon
And Haggard and Jones and Johnny Cash

Everybody's talkin' 'bout Willie and Waylon
Haggard and Jones and Johnny Cash
Everybody's walkin' around this town
And sayin', "Country music's where it's at"

Everybody's wearin' cool t-shirt
Got an outlaw beard and snakeskin boots
Everybody's strummin' an old six string
Chasin' whiskey dreams, it ain't nothin' new

But everybody sounds like Bruno Mars
In these Nashville bars, and it makes me mad
'Cause everybody's talkin' 'bout Willie and Waylon
And Haggard and Jones and Johnny Cash
It makes me mad
It makes me mad

'Cause everybody's talkin' 'bout Willie and Waylon
And Haggard and Jones and Mel Tillis
Buck Owens and Patsy Cline and Dolly Parton
Marty Robbins, Hank Williams, Junior and Senior
Man, but everybody sounds like Bruno Mars in these Nashville bars
And it makes me mad
Yeah, it makes me mad

Come on, everybody
Sing it with me

Everybody's talkin' 'bout Willie and Waylon
Haggard and Jones and Johnny Cash
Everybody's talkin' 'bout Willie and Waylon
Haggard and Jones and Johnny Cash
Everybody's talkin' 'bout Willie and Waylon, yeah
Haggard and Jones and Johnny Cash, goodnight