It Keeps on Workin’

They used to sing about pickup trucks on my radio

Now those SOBS are in SUV's and ain't never left the road

But it keeps on workin'

Lord, Lord, Lord, it keeps on workin'

I was raised upon the outlaws

Just three chords and the truth

But someone traded steel guitar for a big lie and the loot

But it keeps on workin'

Lord, Lord, Lord, it keeps on workin'

I ain't never been that good at being things I'm not

I just sing what I know, even though that ain't a lot

Wrong or right, whether you like my music or you don't

I live and breathe my country to the bone

I don't just sing a song

There ain't no country music

Down on music row these days

Used to feel all down back home

Now it's watered down LA

But it keeps on workin'

Lord, Lord, Lord, it keeps on workin'

Just when I think it's over

Another one comes along

Fresh new face in her sister's jeans

Singing the same damn song

But it keeps on workin'

Tell me why, why, why does it keep on workin'?

'Cause I ain't never been that good at being things I'm not

I just sing what I know, even though that ain't a lot

Wrong or right, whether you like my music or you don't

I live and breathe my country to the bone

I don't just sing a song

Yeah, Waylon never just sang a song

Keith Whitley, he never just sang a song

Merle Hank and Johnny and Lefty, never just sang a song

They lived it, right or wrong

But they never just sang the song

But it keeps on workin'

Lord, Lord, Lord, it keeps on workin'

Yeah, it keeps on workin'

Lord, Lord, Lord, it keeps on workin'