[Outlaw Country Electric Guitar and Thumping Bass Line Introduction] [Verse 1] They've traded the twang for a pop song beat, Lost the dirt roads under their feet. The jukebox hums a plastic tune, Where's the heartache, where's the moon? I miss the stories, raw and true, Whiskey-soaked and painted blue. [Chorus] Give me some Johnny, Merle, and George, Songs like an old rusty Ford. They told the truth, they sang the pain, Under a southern sky and pouring rain. Not this shiny, polished noise..... Give me some Johnny, Merle, and George. [Verse 2] They sang of mama, they sang of sin, The kind of life you’re living in. The good, the bad, the bitter fight, Not just tailgates and crazy nights. Where's the lonesome, where's the grit? I can't find it in this slick old shit. [Pre-Chorus] We need the soul, the ache, the scars, Not just fame and shiny cars. [Chorus] Give me some Johnny, Merle, and George, Songs like an old rusty Ford. They told the truth, they sang the pain, Under a southern sky and pouring rain. Not this shiny, polished noise..... Give me some Johnny, Merle, and George. [Bridge] A steel guitar and a fiddle cry, Voices as real as a tear-filled sigh. You could feel the weight, you could taste the dirt, In every note, in every word. [Chorus] Give me some Johnny, Merle, and George, Songs like an old rusty Ford. They told the truth, they sang the pain, Under a southern sky and pouring rain. Not this shiny, polished noise..... Give me some Johnny, Merle, and George.
