(Verse 1)You can lose a twenty in the cushions of the truckSpend a long-shot weekend runnin’ out of luckYou can change your zip code, change your faded jeansChange your mind on Friday night about what forever meansYeah, the world can change your situation, turn it upside downLike a sudden summer thunderstorm spinnin’ through this town(Chorus - The Hook)But they can scratch the vinyl, they can burn down the machineThey can muddy up the water where the spirit washes cleanThey can lock you in the shadow, they can bury all the wordsBut you can't stop the music that the midnight ever heardYeah, they can break the banjo, they can twist the iron stringsBut you can't change the melody that the Good Lord makes you sing!No, you can't change the melody... it just rings, and rings, and rings.(Verse 2)The radio is playin’ what they tell it it should playA hundred thousand voices tryin' to tell you who to be todayThey'll say you need a new look, say you need a new crowdTurn the static up a little just to make it loudBut the rhythm in your chest, man, it’s been there from the startIt’s a direct-channel station runnin' straight through your heart(Chorus - The Hook)But they can scratch the vinyl, they can burn down the machineThey can muddy up the water where the spirit washes cleanThey can lock you in the shadow, they can bury all the wordsBut you can't stop the music that the midnight ever heardYeah, they can break the banjo, they can twist the iron stringsBut you can't change the melody that the Good Lord makes you sing!No, you can't change the melody... yeah, it rings, and rings, and rings.(Bridge)(The beat drops back to a solid kick-drum; clean electric guitar swells)Let 'em try to rewrite it, let 'em try to tune it outYou can’t drown a whisper with a temporary shoutGod carved the notes deep down in the clayAnd there ain’t a thing on Earth can take the song away...(Guitar Solo - Soaring, melodic, modern country electric guitar solo)(Chorus - The Hook - Full Production, Big Harmonies)But they can scratch the vinyl, they can burn down the machineThey can muddy up the water where the spirit washes cleanThey can lock you in the shadow, they can bury all the wordsBut you can't stop the music that the midnight ever heardYeah, they can break the banjo, they can twist the iron stringsBut you can't change the melody that the Good Lord makes you sing!(Outro)No, you can't change the melody...(The big beat fades into a crisp acoustic guitar riff)Yeah, it’s written in your heart.It just rings... and rings... and rings.Yeah, it rings.
