"Solid Country Gold" lyrics

(Skreetin', skreetin', skreetin', skreetin')

Deep blue neon, Bud Lite Lite
Buddy to my left, buddy to my right
Shithole honky-tonk, Saturday night
Mixin' in the politics and fixin' to fight

If there's anything to get 'em back to gettin' along
It's a good ol' fashioned title-stoppin' country song

For the steer horn hanging up behind the bar
By the autographed photo of a rodeo star
The sawdust dancin' to the steel guitar
We can all get away with the way we are

Out here in the wood when we're singin' along
To an old-fashioned title-stoppin' country song

Good old-fashioned title-stoppin', smash-hit chart-toppin'
Solid country gold
The kind you'd find in a truck stop
Wherever records and tapes are sold

With a coulda, shoulda, woulda, kinda thought I mighta oughta type of
Phrase from days of old
Good old-fashioned title-stoppin', smash-hit chart-toppin'
Solid country gold

Good old-fashioned title-stoppin', chart-toppin'
Hunk of solid country gold
The kind you will find in a truck stop
Wherever records and tapes are sold

With a woulda, coulda, shoulda, done-a, thought-I-mighta-oughta type of
Phrase from days of old
Good old-fashioned title-stoppin', smash-hit chart-toppin'
Solid country gold

(Skreetin', skreetin', skreetin')
(Skreetin', skreetin', skreetin')