Lyrics
George was Jonesin’ for Nashville
Willie was Waylon with June
Johnny was Cashin’ his Paycheck
And Pride got me singin’ this tune
If Willburies Merle that Loretta girl
Might suffer a heavy Price
And a Tubb full of whiskey wouldn’t Buck the mem’ry
But a Slim Campbell soup just might
(MELODY INTERLUDE—ICONIC RIFFS)
Swift as a Byrd or a Bentley
Built for a Lefty like Gayle
She’d Tucker you out on Montgomery Crystal
Then blame it on Tammy and Dale
Black as a King in the Knight
Slipp’ry as Coe in the rain
Colter then Snow fell in Jackson
Tippin my Loveless brain
Without our hillbilly heroes
Where would our country be
Remember their songs, and play them often
Treasure their legacy
Oh what a differene a Yearwood make
And a ticket to ride a Coltrane
Good ol' Mel used to Tillis a story
Pam as herself acted great
That Tritt named Travis told Rhymes that had us
Thinkin’ Diffee was Twitty all Day
Dixie chicks grabbin’ Chestnut
Parton me Wanda might say
(MELODY INTERLUDE—ICONIC RIFFS)
The Carpenter’s son by the Brooks was Dunn
Like a Shaver on purple Hayes
Flatts twanged Steele by the Church on a Hill
Throwin’ Nichols to Shania Twain
Livin’ the life of Riley
Wagoner tail like Miley
Seely as a girl on top o’ the world
Drinkin Daniels like Austin rain
Without our hillbilly heroes
Where would our country be
Remember their songs, and play them often
Treasure their legacy
They built Music city on hillbilly diddys
Playin’ banjo gitfiddles and such
Rockin the blues like Elvis would do
With a twang in their Midas touch
Saw Moe Bandy eatin’ cotton candy
At an Andy Williams show
Jimmie Rodgers who started it all
Still echoes throughout Music Row
(MELODY INTERLUDE—ICONIC RIFFS)
Urban legends like Kenny
Got us a tappin’ our feet
Like Skeeter and Reba and Ronnie
K.T. Gosdin and Reeves
Hard to recall all the names and faces
Of all the greats we extoll
Enjoy the shooting young stars of song
Tomorrow they may be gone
Without our hillbilly heroes
Where would our country be
Remember their songs, and play them often
Treasure their legacy