He was the last country boy, that lived the country ways
He was the last country singer, who remembered the good ol' days
He was the last banjo-picker, to ramble in the woods
But when the country is all city, country music'll be no good
You can sing a dime-store cowboys, who ride the broncin' machine
You can sing about the night life, that breaks a couple's dreams
You can sing about the city-life, in designer jeans
But you'll be singin' city-music, about city things
Oh, Americans don't ever let that country music die
Oh, that country twang says everythin', don't kiss it all good-bye
It don't matter if we're livin' in, the countryside or town
Just bring it back to Eden don't, let the country down, No oh oh oh
Times they are a changin', we still must pay the rent
We try to make a living, that's just common sense
I don't begrudge a guy or gal, that takes a job in town
Oh, I just begrudge the system, that puts the country down
She was the last country lady, who fed the little birds
She played the last, lovely auto-harp with a beauty beyond words
She could sing like a nightingale, and bring the heart to tears
And her heart was in the country, in those long-forgotten years
Now real country music's simple friends, it sings o' simple things
Of clean and crystal rivers, and lovers in the spring
It tells a tale o' tryin' 'gainst odds of ten to one
Just mount your horse and tip your hat, and ride into the sun
Oh, Americans don't ever let that country music die
That country twang says everything, don't kiss it all good-bye
It don't matter if we're livin' in, the countryside or town
Just bring it back to Eden don't, let the country down, No oh oh oh
Don't let the country down