3 Chords and a Bunch of Bullshit

I bet old Hank didn't sing it this way
About pick-up trucks and bales of hay
Ice cold beer and cutoff jeans
And more of the same if you know what I mean

See Nashville's singing bout the same old stuff
That pays the bills and charts the charts
Tank top girls and belt buckle boys
Fuck the truth, let's hear some noise

No horse, no truck, ain't no constraint
You can sound like Texas even if you ain't
Crank out a hit lickety-split
Three chords and bunch of bullshit

You can call me an obsolete old fool
But I like my troubadours a tad old school
Ain't music supposed to be about the human heart?
Not margaritas and auto parts

This business wasn't always such a Nashville whore
It was who you were not what you wore
Ol Merle sang three chords and the truth
The man weren't wrong just a little uncouth

But that horse left of the stable
The day Johnny cash got dropped by his label
Now it's crank out a hit lickety-split
Three chords and bunch of bullshit

Now anything goes, you can be who you wanna
I tryin to sound like Texas but I'm from Toronto
Look at this cosplay combination
They aughta cancel my ass for appropriation

We won't get rich but we'll have fun trying
Lets do some living before the dying
Take my hand my little mademoiselle
Let's take a tail gate party to the gates of hell

Now who you trying be if you get my drift
Townes Van Zandt or Taylor Swift?
Crank out a hit lickety-split
Three chords and bunch of bullshit