Handmics Killed Country Music

I used to listen to the when I was just a child
Order on his J200 we drive the whole
Mister played the twenty-eight
Ernest had his
Some of us can still recall
In a long kinda sixties
T.V's making stars
They took some good old country boys
Incase the big guitars
When the camera started rolling
They were out there all alone
With nothing to hold on to
For the handheld microphone
Country boy keep on strumming
Don’t put down your guitar
In your heart you know they ain’t worth it
Just to be a TV star
Remember whale and genies
And the way it used to be
Hand mics killed country music
And that’s what’s killing me
Last night I had a dream
That all those old guitars
And the boys who used to play them
In the dance halls in the bars
Johnny Cash, and Lefty too
They knew you have the whole of guitar
If you wanna the blues
Country boy keep on strumming
Don’t put down your guitar
In your heart it just ain’t worth it
Just to be a TV star
Remember Jimmy Rogers
And the way it used to be
Hand mics killed country music
And that’s what’s killing me
Hand mics killed country music
And that’s what’s killing me