Pocketful of 90's Country

Country ain't what country was, but it comes back around
There's a five-piece band from Dixieland that's a coming to your town
There's a lot of folks like me that gave up on the radio
They been wearing out the CDs of the solid country gold

I get the juke joint jumpin'
I get to carrying on
Got a pocketful of nothing but some 90's country songs

Give ya Tracy Lawrence, Tracy Byrd, and Travis Tritt a try
It's a John Michael Montgomery or a Chestnut kind of night
Gonna play 'em 'til I can't no more until the lights come on
Got a pocketful of nothing but some 90's country songs
All night long

Them boys from Alabama got a bounty on their head
They ain't ever gonna make it's what the record business said
Six-string guitar
Burn down the barn 'til the cops kick in the door
'Cause a dying breed ain't a dying thing until it ain't no more
'Til it ain't no more

Give ya Brooks & Dunn, and Diffie, and the King George for a try
It's a Alan Jackson, Clint Black, and a Kershaw kinda night
Gonna play 'em 'til I can't no more until the lights come on
Got a pocketful of nothing but some 90's country songs

Sittin' by a big oak
Hmm
Well, you can't teach an old dog new tricks
And you're gonna pick up what you're putting down
If it was up to me I'd go to 16th Ave
Burn the whole thing to the ground
I'm the son of the South put some South in your mouth
On the mouth of a generation
With a rebel yell keep giving 'em hell, country music is salvation

I get the juke joint jumpin'
I get it going crazy
I'd be remiss if I didn't mention some of them country ladies

Give ya Dixie Chicks, and Deana, and Shania Twain a try
Or some Reba McEntire, or some Martina McBride
Gonna play 'em 'til I can't no more until the lights come on
Got a pocketful of nothing but some 90's country songs

All night long
All night long
Yeah, all night long
All night long