mister, don't speak bad about my music

i spent most of my life in king sized cities

with every luxury at my command

i've never had a horse or saddle

i've never

ever owned a piece of land

bright lights of the city keep me going

from early morning til i get my pay

friday night i'm in some downtown honky tonk

singing the songs that i've heard the jukebox play

hey mister don't talk bad about my music

be careful what you say about my clothes

hey mister i sing what they call country music

and i love it

i just want the world to know

i know i'll never make it in a small town

i need those bright lights whirling around my head

that don't mean that you won't find me dreaming

about chucking fences

running my own spread

i guess i'll always be part of the rush hour

looking forward til i get my pay

friday night i'm in some downtown honky tonk

singing the songs that i've heard the jukebox play

hey mister don't talk bad about my music

be careful what you say about my clothes

hey mister i sing what they call country music

and i love it

i just want the world to know