Country

Some say it's lost its soul

Dove head first into the dark shallows

It's kinda like shaking hands

With the Underlord of the promised land

Can you hear the wind through the trees

Or did you fall in love without the birds and the bees

Same ole rhymes that are hard to swallow

But we sing along and pay mind to follow

Like cold beer and chasing whiskey

And I'm off to Momma's wishing you were with me

With the windows down and the gravel shaking