Standards

The record man came and sat me down.
He said, "I've got some songs for you
there's one about a dirt road
We really think you oughta do."
So I gave it a listen
and it wasn't all that bad.
But it ain't me, so I shook my head.
That's all there is to that.

I don't have hits, I've got standards.
Tell me how can I sell out if I barely sell at all?
You won't see my name on the Billboard.
But every night I pack the dance floor.
There's your answer.
I don't have hits, I've got standards.

Well he just smiled, he rolled his eyes,
and he said "how can I make you see?
We just need one big hit, and the rest will be history.
If we could find a way to compromise
you can be the next big star."
I said, "man, you might be right,
but I don't care if you are."

I don't have hits, I've got standards.
Tell me how can I sell out if I barely sell at all?
You won't see my name on the Billboard.
But every night I pack the dance floor.
There's your answer.
I don't have hits, I've got standards.

Well don't get me wrong
I wanna hear my songs
on country radio.
But it's gotta feel right,
standing here
singing them at the show.

I don't have hits, I've got standards.
Tell me how can I sell out if I barely sell at all?
You won't see my name on the Billboard.
But every night I pack the dance floor.
There's your answer.
I don't have hits, I've got standards.
Yeah, well there's your answer.
I don't have hits, I've got standards.



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Writer(s): Brian Keane, Randy Rogers, Bra Black
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