Code to the Honky Tonk

Tiny town bar room, the on sign hums low. Kid with a

six string waiting on his show. On her points backstage,

got a fresh new act tonight. It's just a black box, blinking little lights.

Here comes the code to the honky tonk. Stealing the soul from a heart

of broke song. One more line, just drag and drop. AI's taking over

the record shop. If the charts don't care, who's bleeding through? Then a hard

drive sings, it hits for you. Label man grinning, "Son,

you were yesterday." Says, "This thing writes faster and it