The Night They Killed Country Music

Well, the bull was buckin' hard
And the scene was so bizarre
As a busload of tourists wandered in
They’d never seen a wrench
And most of them spoke French
And they all got up to see if they could dance
And up there on the stage
A band called Prairie Sage
Was tryin' to keep the old ways alive
But the urbans, they wouldn’t listen
Well, they bought t-shirts and went pissin'
Off all the locals for comin' to this dive
And I was there the night they killed country music
I was sittin' on a barstool cryin' in my beer
I was there the night they killed country music
In one evenin', they destroyed the last fifty years
Well, they all wore Calvin Klein’s
The, tied behinds
The little golden on the chain
As I sat there on the back row
Tryin' to hear the dobro
I swear I heard one old-timer sang
Hear him sang!
I was there the night they killed country music
I was sittin' on a barstool cryin' in my beer
I was there the night they killed country music
In one evenin', they destroyed the last fifty years
In one evenin', they destroyed the last fifty years