The Rusty Chain Band - Ain't Your Daddy's Country Song

Some say things gotta stay the same. Some embrace the change.
Some would rather walk the line. Some find that rather strange.
Well I grew up in the city. Just a mile from the interstate.
Listening to the late night radio station. Helped my mind escape.
And I've listened to a million singers, singing a million songs.
I've written a million verses but most of them just came out wrong.

I beg you don't fault the singer.
If he ain't got a southern drawl.
There ain't no blue eyes crying in the rain .
And this ain't your daddy's country song.

I wasn't raised up on a farm. And I never hopped a southbound train.
I never lived down an old dirt road cause in the city they're all just paved.
I ain't got a beat up pickup truck, shotgun racks or a blue tick hound.
You never ever call me darling (darling), just like that old country song.
My buckle ain't made of silver or gold but that don't mean I can't ride.
My old horse is made of chrome and it's parked just right outside.

I beg you don't fault the singer.
If he ain't got a southern drawl.
There ain't no blue eyes crying in the rain.
And this ain't your daddy's country song.

(Saddle 'em up. Let's ride.)

Written by:
michael shreiber

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