| They used to be rough and rowdy
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| And honky-tonk all night long
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| When the Opry spilled out in the alley
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| There wasn’t nobody going home
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| When they turned out the lights at Tootsie’s
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| And wind up at Cowboy Jack’s
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| We’ve got to take this country back
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| We’ve got to take this country back
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| We need a few more matchin' Nudie suits
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| And silver dollar Cadillacs
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| There’s one too many dime store cowboys
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| Muscled up in a cowboy hat
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| We’ve got to take this country back
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| Nobody wants to be Hank Williams
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| Sing about he lost highway
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| Well Saturday nights at the Ryman
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| Those were the good ole days
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| We need to turn the twang up a little
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| Bring back the Nashville Cats
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| We’ve got to take this country back
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| We’ve got to take this country back
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| We need a few more pointy toed cowboy boots
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| And steer horn Cadillacs
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| There’s one too many dime store cowboys
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| Muscled up in a cowboy hat
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| We’ve got to take this country back
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| We’ve got to take this country back
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| We need a few more matchin' Nudie suits
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| And silver dollar Cadillacs
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| When we all gather up in Heaven
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| How we gonna face the man in black
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| We got to take this country back
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| When we all gather up in Heaven
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| How we gonna face the man in black
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| We got to take this country back |