NOTHIN' TO SAY (AUSTIN VS. NASHVILLE)
I was drivin' 35 down to San Antone
when I heard on the radio Waylon was gone.
Radio ain't played Waylon since 1982,
now they're callin' him a hero, hell, I don't think Waylon knew.
They don't make records like they did before,
nobody's in it for music no more,
it's all Chippendales dancers wigglin' at the CMA,
and I don't make a record if I ain't got nothin' to say.
CHORUS:
I don't make a record if I ain't got nothin' to say,
hey, I don't make noise if I can't think of nothin' to play.
If I've got wind blowin' in my mind,
I don't go bookin' no studio time,
I don't make a record if I ain't got nothin' to say.
They got sexy tractors and pearl snap shirts,
eighth-grade level is where it all works,
man, it's Nashville and Austin fightin' their demons to a draw,
and them horny housewives just wanna hear some Tim McGraw.
Now, in Texas it's as easy as one-two-three,
drink beer, throw-up, let's cut a CD,
hey, if that's Texas Music, this just ain't my day,
'cause I don't make a record if I ain't got nothin' to say.
REPEAT CHORUS
Now, it's T for Texas, T for Tennesee,
man, they're startin' to sound about the same to me,
prefabricated Muzak suckin' your soul away,
but I won't make a record if I ain't got nothin' to say.
REPEAT CHORUS
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