Karaoké Pocketful of 90's Country Muscadine Bloodline

Country ain't what country was but it comes back around

There's a five-piece band from Dixieland that's comin' to your town

There's a lot of folks like me that gave up on the radio

They been wearin' out the CDs of the solid country gold

I get the juke joint jumpin'

I get to carryin' on

Got a pocketful of nothin' but some nineties country songs

Give ya Tracy Lawrence

Tracy Byrd and Travis Tritt a try

It's a John Michael Montgomery or a Chestnutt kind of night

Gonna play 'em 'till

I can't no more

Until the lights come on

Got a pocketful of nothin' but some nineties country songs

All night lon-ong

Them boys from Alabama got a bounty on their head

They ain't ever gonna make it's what the record business said

Six-string guitar

Burn down the barn 'till the cops kick in the door

'Cos a dyin' breed ain't a dyin' thing until it ain't no more

'Till it ain't no more

Give ya Brooks & Dunn and Diffie and the king George for a try

It's a Alan Jackson, Clint Black and a Kershaw kinda night

Gonna play 'em 'till

I can't no more

Until the lights come on

Got a pocketful of nothin' but some nineties country songs

Shit fire, pick it old son

Mmh

Well you can't teach an old dog new tricks and you're gonna pick up what you're puttin' do-own

If it was up to me

I'd go to Sixteenth Ave

Burn the whole thing to the ground

I'm the son of the South

Put some South in your mouth on the mouth of a generation

With a rebel yell keep givin' 'em hell

Country music is salvation

I get the juke joint jumpin'

I get it goin' crazy

I'd be remiss if I didn't mention some of them country ladies

Give ya Dixie Chicks and Deana and Shania Twain a try

Or some Reba McEntire or some Martina McBride

Gonna play 'em 'till

I can't no more

Until the lights come on

Got a pocketful of nothin' but some nineties country songs

All night long

All night long

Yeah all night lo-o-ong

All night long