Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Ain't knockin' your beats or your bass too loud
But I miss a fiddle cryin' in a smoky crowd
These snap tracks and snapbacks ain't quite my scene
Give me a buckle shined up and some Wrangler jeans

Used to be heartbreak with a steel guitar
Now it's bubblegum buzz in a neon bar
I want a song that hits like black coffee strong
Where the boots are scuffed and the jukebox longs

(Chorus)
Where's that old country -- pickin' and pain?
With a porchlight glow and a dashboard rain
When a man poured truth in a red dirt rhyme
And a heartbreak line stood the test of time
Now it's all glitz, but I want the grit
Where the story's raw and the whiskey fits
So crank that Hank and come dance with me
If you still believe in old country

(Verse 2)
Remember George and that cowboy hat?
Didn't need ten writers just to say all that
Just a six-string heart and a mic turned loud
And a lonesome sound you could wear like a shroud

Yeah, I'm all for change, but I like my roots
With a little steel slide and a whole lotta boots
Ain't tryin' to hate, I just want a taste
Of a time when the twang never went to waste

(Chorus)
Bring back old country -- true and tight
With a sawdust floor and a Saturday night
When love went wrong in a three-chord song
And your tears had a melody to ride along
Now it's all gloss, but I want the dust
Where the heartbreak hurt and the words meant trust
So raise your glass if you're feelin' me--
Let's toast to the sound of old country

(Bridge)
I ain't sayin' kill the new wave vibe
But let's tip our hat to what kept us alive
Turn the page, but don't close the book
Some of us still like how the old stuff shook

(Final Chorus)
Yeah, I want that old country -- raw and real
Where the songs cut deep and the wounds could heal
With a barstool truth and a backroad beat
A little swing in your step and pain in your feet
Now it's all gloss, but we want the dust
With a little less shine and a whole lotta trust
So grab your boots and come dance with me
If you still believe in old country