I came up listenin' to cowboys singDreamed of livin' that waySang on the streetIn barrooms and dance hallsTellin' my story anyplace I could playStarts out earlyThe places it canSingin' for people like youYou work like a dogLive like a horse thiefBreak your mama's heart thenWash it all anewThey call that country musicIt's a feelin', lean into itThey'll praise it and confuse itAnd they call that country musicCountry's paintin'This life's a canvasIn the color of places you've beenOne for yourselfOne for the crowdIn a day that turns to night thatBecomes a day againThey call that country musicIt's a feelin', step into itThey're gonna praise itTurn around and confuse itAnd they call that country musicSweatin' in the lightsCoughin' in the smokeTryin' to hear the song that's in my headDays marked by madnessBeauty in the sadnessLetting go of all the things you knowThat you left unsaidThey call that country musicLord, it's a feelin', step into itThey're sure to praise itTurn around and confuse itAnd they call that country musicAnd they call that country musicAnd it's a feelin', step into itThey're gonna praise itTurn around and confuse itAnd they call that country musicAnd they call that country musicLord, it's a feelin', step into itThey're sure to praise itTurn around and confuse itAnd so they call that country musicYou know they call that country musicSaid it's a feelin', so step into itThey're gonna praise itTurn around and confuse itThat's why they call that country musicDamn good songOnce again, WaylonLooks like Waylon's comin' hangin' down out of this asbestos right hereCan we do it again? I really like it, I'm sure we got somethin', but
