Из альбома: Caught in the Act
There's a little dive on a dead-end road
Called the Cross-Eyed Cricket Waterin' Hole
Where you can hear the sound of a steel guitar
And get loud and rowdy on PBR
But at the top of every hour, man you can hear a pin drop
'Cause ol' Jack drops in a quarter
And plays Merle on the jukebox and we stop and
Tip our hats and raise our glasses of cold cold beer
They say country's fading
But we're still waving that flag around 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 and the weather's clear
There's a high spot fifteen miles from here
Where you can always find a few dusty trucks
With the windows down and radio up
We sit there poppin' tops, shootin' bull and singin' songs
But you can bet your boots that when Haggard comes on
Tip our hats and raise our glasses of cold cold beer
They say country's fading
But we're still waving that flag around here
When it's time to go you know you're welcome back
Where the people pledge allegiance to the Hag
One of these days when my time has come
You can take me back to where I'm from
Put me on a westbound train
And ship me off in the pourin' rain
Don't cry for me when I'm gone
Just put a quarter in the jukebox and sing me back home and
Tip your hats and raise your glasses of cold cold beer
They say country's fading
But just keep waving that flag around here
And I know it'll keep on coming back
As long as people pledge allegiance
Where folks still pledge allegiance
I pledge allegiance to the Hag