Chorus:
You don't like my music, you don't like my songs
You say you want to party, you say you want to rock and roll
That carbon copy music don't mean a damn to me
Hank Williams wouldn't make it now in Nashville Tennessee, Nashville Tennessee
What happened to the music I loved so long ago
It seems it's been forgotten on our country radio
Where a steel guitar and fiddle have become a novelty
What I'd give to make things like the way they used to be
Chorus
Gram Parsons used to sing about the Streets Of Baltimore
Honest words and simple rhymes don't sell much anymore
Some say that California is the place we ought to be
Cause all the barefoot Texans miss the forest for the trees
Chorus
That carbon copy music don't mean a damn to me
Hank Williams wouldn't make it now in Nashville Tennessee, Nashville Tennessee
Nashville Tennessee