Old Country Music's Truth and Heart

The old radio is humming. On those back dirt road nights. I'm tapping the

dash in rhythm, to those neon honky-tonk lights. Hank was crying on the AM.

Waylon rode in like a storm. Cash kept the train line running, and Willie kept

the highway warm. So play me that old country music. Where the outlaws

told the truth. Where the pain was real, the whiskey burn, and the songs

cut straight on through. Give me Hank and Waylon's fire. Cash's black cold

heart and Willie's miles. That old country music still brings me back with

a smile. Back when truth was in the verses, and steel guitars