The Night You Wrote That Song

Ah, the rednecks are drawin’ their lines down in East Tennessee

Their cannons are primed and they're fit to be tied, I believe

And the man in the grey flannel suit does not walk on the street

Say, does anyone know what became of the old Opry?

Now the cowboys have taken an axe to the old hangin' tree

They've traded their guns for a guitar and two bags of weed

And they'll swear in a slow Texas drawl, all the killin' is done

I believe them by God, but I'm keepin' my back to the sun

Tomorrow is out of sight

Yesterday's dead and gone

You never knew how right

You were the night you wrote that song

Well, the truck drivin' man makes his stops where the coffee is free

El Paso this morning, tonight it will be Tennessee

And he spends all his miles on the dials of a poppin' CB

Say, does anyone know what became of old Ralph Emery?

Tomorrow is out of sight

Yesterday's dead and gone

You never knew how right

You were the night you wrote that song

Yesterday's newspaper forecast no rain for today

Oh,.but yesterday's news is old news, now the skies are all gray

But the East Texas hills are alive with the children in spring

Say, does anyone know what became of my sweet Angeline?

Tomorrow is out of sight

Yesterday's dead and gone

You never knew how right

You were the night you wrote that song