The Night They Killed Country Music

I was there 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