Lyrics

They tell me I’m a sell-out cause of where I stand and sing,
They don’t like my old songs or the country bells I ring,
The same old shit since 65 when Bob went his own way,
When he plugged in that old guitar, I swear I heard him say.

Don’t listen to that radio there’s nothing there for you,
Don’t read that old newspaper if you want to know the truth,
You just write a song about the world that you can see,
Where it goes, nobody knows, but it damn sure works for me.

They tell me that I cost too much, or I don’t cost enough,
They say I got too many years, my edges are too rough,
The same old shit since 81, committees writing songs,
Talking about nothing in a world I don’t belong.

Anything worth having you’ll find money just can’t buy,
It won’t get you into Heaven, doesn’t matter how you try,
Count your stars you got this far and take a look around,
Everything that matters doesn’t take long to be found.

Don’t listen to that radio there’s nothing there for you,
Don’t read that old newspaper if you want to know the truth,
You just write a song about the world that you can see,
Where it goes, nobody knows, but it damn sure works for me.