(feat. Merle Haggard)
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There's a little dive on a dead-end road
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Called the Cross-Eyed Cricket Waterin' Hole
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Where you can hear the sound of a steel guitar
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An' get loud an' rowdy with PBR
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But at the top of every hour, man, you can hear a pin drop
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As ol' Jack drops a quarter an' plays Merle on that jukebox, an' we stop
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[Chorus:]
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An' tip our hats
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An' raise our glasses of cold, cold beer
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They say country's fadin'
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But we still wavin' that flag around here
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An' when it's time to go, you know you're welcome back
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Where the people pledge allegiance to the Hag
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When the weekend comes an' the weather's clear
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There's a high spot fifteen miles from here
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Where you can always find a few dusty trucks
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With the windows down an' the radio up
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We sit there poppin' tops, shootin' bull an' singin' songs
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But you can bet your boots that when Haggard comes on
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[Repeat Chorus]
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One of these days when my time has come
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You can take me back to where I'm from
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Put me on a westbound train
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An' ship me off in the pourin' rain
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Don't cry for me when I'm gone
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Just put a quarter in the jukebox an' sing me back home
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An' tip our hats
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An' raise our glasses of cold, cold beer
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They say country's fadin'
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But just keep wavin' that flag around here
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An' I know, it'll keep on comin' back
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Long as people pledge allegiance
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Where folks still pledge allegiance
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I pledge allegiance to the Hag
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Pledge Allegiance To The Hag
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Eric Church |