Rock N Roll Killed The Country Star (Demo)

In my view, rock n roll killed the country star right when

Long haired loons started smashing guitars up upon the stage

But I won’t pretend that Ira Louvin didn’t do the same

With a mandolin, oh, yeah, Satan is real and his name’s

Rock 'n' roll my friends

But I swear to God, I won’t let it fade

As long as I can play guitar and these three chords are

Drenched with the truth like mud on a boot

I’ll keep walking the floor till there ain’t no more

Rock 'n' roll bands on the internet

But first I gotta find a publisher

A distributor, someone to ensure that

My songs get heard a pro and a studio

To record a few demos before I hit the road

On a radio tour all across the land

Where the DJs and I act like we’re famous friends

In hopes that they’ll play my song some day

And keep rock n roll music off the airwaves

Cause if rock n roll killed the country star

I don’t want to live in a world where George Jones

Is some second fiddle. Or Barbara Mandrell, well

She might as well never opened up that fontanel

If all anyone cares for are degenerate bands

In their tight leather pants and dumb leopard print

Where are the snappy dressers in sequined suits?

If no one steps up I’ll be the one to do it

But first I gotta go to music row

Somehow book a show without any of my songs

On the radio. Then get a band a fifteen

Passenger van, and if my agent comes through

Maybe I’ll get to pay them

(God tier whistling)