Bro Country

Bro country

Damn, what a run

You did what the whole world thought couldn't be done

You flew like an eagle, but, hey, don't the sun

Burn if you're up there too long?

Bro country

You damn sure could paint

A Friday night picture full of bombshells and drinks

You turned left of center into people like Hank

Haggard, and Cash, and Jones

But don't good dogs always come home?

No disrespect, yeah, don't get me wrong

I've been that drunk redneck, singing your songs

But whiskey and bandits, outlaws with long hair

Yeah, we're back with a vengeance, with a fist in the air

It's so bittersweet

Shutting that Fireball, cut offs

Jacked up truck door

But bro country don't sound like you anymore

Bro country

Does it bring you to tears to scoot over a lane

For big boys with beards?

And steel guitars, and smokey bars

And shot gunning beers

It's a scene we ain't seen in some years, but it's here

Yeah, no disrespect, yeah, don't get me wrong

I've been that drunk redneck, singing your songs

But whiskey and bandits, outlaws with long hair

Yeah, they're back with a vengeance, with a fist in the air

It's so bittersweet

Shutting that Fireball, cut offs

Jacked up truck door

But bro country don't sound like you anymore

I'm sure there's a shot

You'll always have a spot

On the billboard country top ten

But, man, take a look

Them heartbreaks and hooks

Are making their way back in

No disrespect, yeah, don't get me wrong

I've been that drunk redneck, singing your songs

But whiskey and bandits, outlaws with long hair

Yeah, we're back with a vengeance, with a fist in the air

It's so bittersweet

Shutting that Fireball, cut offs

Jacked up truck door

But bro country don't sound like you anymore

Yeah, bro country don't sound like you

Anymore