"Country And Western" lyrics
We are the black haired girls
With the streaks of red
And 10,000 sky-blue seats
In an open air shed
Hearing that thunder bass drum kick
As the amplifiers scream
We are the neon midnight riders
On a field of broken dreams
Long as the good lords willing and the creek don't rise
Beer needs chilling and the baby cries
Hearts get shot by Cupid's arrow
The road to heaven is straight and narrow
Long as there's sawdust on that old dance floor
And love still hides behind closed doors
Steel guitars keeps on ringing
Waylon and Willie keep on singing
If you can swing it, if you can sway it
You can bet we'll keep on playing
Long as the wheel in the sky still turns
We are country and western
Country and western
The sundress girls, in the cowboy boots
The Wall Street guy, with that Neil McCoy tattoo
The back road Buck and Merle traditionalists
Whole lot of love and never been kissed
The storytellers, city dwellers
Four on the floor, with fine wine cellars
Spreading those blankets on the lawn
With a bucket of suds singing
Long as the good lords willing and the creek don't rise
Beer needs chilling and the baby cries
Hearts get shot by cupid's arrow
The road to heaven is straight and narrow
Long as there's sawdust on that old dance floor
And love still hides behind closed doors
Steel guitars keeps on ringing
Waylon and Willie keep on singing
If you can swing it, if you can sway it
You can bet we'll keep on playing
Long as the wheel in the sky still turns
We are country and western
We're all country and western
We're northern and southern
Sisters and brothers
Motor City down to Mississippi
Vegas lights to Atlantic City, yeah
Long as there's sawdust on that old dance floor
And love still hides behind closed doors
Steel guitars keeps on ringing
Waylon and Willie keep on singing
If you can swing it, if you can sway it
You can bet we'll keep on playing
Long as the wheel in the sky still turns
We are country and western
Fiddle and strings in the boombox beat
We're all country and western
Hip-hop flat tops and flip-flop feet
We're all country and western
Two lane roads to the city streets
We're all country and western
Making the bitter, baby, just a little more sweet
We are country and western
With the streaks of red
And 10,000 sky-blue seats
In an open air shed
Hearing that thunder bass drum kick
As the amplifiers scream
We are the neon midnight riders
On a field of broken dreams
Long as the good lords willing and the creek don't rise
Beer needs chilling and the baby cries
Hearts get shot by Cupid's arrow
The road to heaven is straight and narrow
Long as there's sawdust on that old dance floor
And love still hides behind closed doors
Steel guitars keeps on ringing
Waylon and Willie keep on singing
If you can swing it, if you can sway it
You can bet we'll keep on playing
Long as the wheel in the sky still turns
We are country and western
Country and western
The sundress girls, in the cowboy boots
The Wall Street guy, with that Neil McCoy tattoo
The back road Buck and Merle traditionalists
Whole lot of love and never been kissed
The storytellers, city dwellers
Four on the floor, with fine wine cellars
Spreading those blankets on the lawn
With a bucket of suds singing
Long as the good lords willing and the creek don't rise
Beer needs chilling and the baby cries
Hearts get shot by cupid's arrow
The road to heaven is straight and narrow
Long as there's sawdust on that old dance floor
And love still hides behind closed doors
Steel guitars keeps on ringing
Waylon and Willie keep on singing
If you can swing it, if you can sway it
You can bet we'll keep on playing
Long as the wheel in the sky still turns
We are country and western
We're all country and western
We're northern and southern
Sisters and brothers
Motor City down to Mississippi
Vegas lights to Atlantic City, yeah
Long as there's sawdust on that old dance floor
And love still hides behind closed doors
Steel guitars keeps on ringing
Waylon and Willie keep on singing
If you can swing it, if you can sway it
You can bet we'll keep on playing
Long as the wheel in the sky still turns
We are country and western
Fiddle and strings in the boombox beat
We're all country and western
Hip-hop flat tops and flip-flop feet
We're all country and western
Two lane roads to the city streets
We're all country and western
Making the bitter, baby, just a little more sweet
We are country and western
Writer(s): Matthew Peters Dragstrem, Rodney Clawson, Tom Douglas
