Well, can someone please tell me, when did things change?
It seems all that matters now, is the money and fame
There's no more songs for the little man, just the high-life thrill
It seems everyone has forgotten them, but I never will
So this one's for Alan, this one's for George
For all those honky-tonk heroes, who came before
Back when steel guitars and melodies, really spoke a truth
Oh, how Country Music misses you
Well, sometimes I wonder, how can it be
All the songs I grew up on, are just memories
What's the going rate for souls these days? Seems like a record deal
Well, if you need me, I'm heading back in time, when the songs were real
So this one's for Alan, this one's for George
For all those honky-tonk heroes, who came before
Back when steel guitars and melodies, really spoke a truth
Oh, how Country Music misses you
So this one's for Alan, and King George
For all those honky-tonk heroes, who came before
Back when steel guitars and melodies, really spoke a truth
Oh, how Country Music misses you
Oh, how Country Music misses you