Mr. DJ, can't you please play A real country song Where's your conscience, thank y'all Hey, what's the problem now? I'm serious, y'all gotta speak up And you gotta call him up and tell him what's wrong Say, "Play Loretta or some Conway Some Haggard and George Jones Mr. DJ, won't you please play A real country song" (that's right) I miss that station I grew up on W.S.M. It was real, it was country to the bone And heartfelt stories in every song Don't you rock it if you can't swing it Let Bob Wills take me home Mr. DJ, can't you please play A real country song, hey Don ♪ Now in recent years, y'all, things sure have changed So quick, we've barely noticed But it's plain to see that pretty soon there's gonna be Not one, not one country legends walking among us Like the drive-in picture shows and the Mom and Pop stores It looks like they'll all gonna be gone Like the DJ when he plays A real country song I miss that station I grew up on K.I.K.K. When it was real and it was country, it teared you to the bone With heartfelt stories in every song Don't you rock it if you can't swing it Let Bob Wills take me home Mr. DJ, can't you please play A real country song Hey, don't you rock it if you can't swing it Let Bob Wills take me home Mr. DJ, can't you please play A real country song ♪ Thank you I don't wanna cover up my fiddle player Don Raby on the fiddle, everybody, Don Raby "I Ain't Been Right Since I've Been Left"