Pledge Allegiance To The Hag - Live

We played this next song, all the way back to the very first gig we ever played
And even before anybody knew what song it was
It was very simple, they put their beers up in the air
So this song, this song, you gotta call it
Put it up in the air when your heart gets it
Now

There's a little dive on a dead-end road
Called the Cross-Eyed Cricket Waterin' Hole
Where you can always find a slide guitar
An' get loud, an' rowdy on PBR

But at the top of every hour
Man, you can hear a pin drop
As ol' Jack drops a quarter
An' plays Merle on that jukebox, an' we stop

An' tip our hats, an' raise our glasses of cold, cold beer
They say, country's fadin', but we're still wavin' that flag 'round here
When it's time to go, you know you're welcome back
Where the people pledge allegiance to the Hag

When the weekend comes an' the weather's clear
There's a high spot 15 miles from here
Where you can always find some American made trucks
With the windows down an' the radio up

We sit there poppin' tops
Shootin' bull an' singin' songs
But you can bet your boots
That when Haggard comes on

We tip our hats an' raise our glasses of cold, cold beer
They say, country's fadin', but we're still wavin' that flag 'round here
When it's time to go, you know you're welcome back
Shout a new pledge of allegiance to the Hag

And one of these days when you lay me down
And you bury my bones on a cold-hard ground
Well, just be sure you dig my grave
Well, then here's a shot of an old freight train
Don't cry for me when I'm gone
Just put a quarter in the jukebox an' sing me back home

An' tip our hats, an' raise your glasses of cold, cold beer
They say, country's fadin' but just keep wavin' that flag 'round here
When it's time to go, you know you're welcome back
Where people pledge allegiance, where folks still pledge allegiance
Where I pledge allegiance to moral Haggard