Tim McGraw - Country and Western lyrics

We are the black haired girls
With the streaks of red
And 10, 000 sky-blue seats
In an open air shed
Hearin' that thunder bass drum kick
As the amplifiers scream
We are the neon midnight riders
On a field of broken dreams

Long as the good lords willin’
And the creek don’t rise
Beer needs chillin’ and the baby cries
Hearts get shot by Cupid’s arrow
The road to heaven is straight and narrow

Long as there’s sawdust on
That old dance floor
And love still hides behind closed doors
Steel guitars keeps on ringin’
Waylon and Willie keep on singin’
If you can swing it, if you can sway it
You can bet we’ll keep on playin’
Long as the wheel in the sky still turns
We are country and western
Country and western

The sundress girls, in the cowboy boots
The Wall Street guy
With that Neil McCoy tattoo
The backroad Buck and Merle traditionalists
Whole lotta love and never been kissed
The storytellers, city dwellers
Four on the floor, with fine wine cellars
Spreadin' those blankets on the lawn
With a bucket of suds singin’

Long as the good lords willin’
And the creek don’t rise
Beer needs chillin’ and the baby cries
Hearts get shot by cupid’s arrow
The road to heaven is straight and narrow

Long as there’s sawdust on
That old dance floor
And love still hides behind closed doors
Steel guitars keeps on ringin’
Waylon and Willie keep on singin’
If you can swing it, if you can sway it
You can bet we’ll keep on playin’
Long as the wheel in the sky still turns
We are country and western
We’re all country and western

We’re northern and southern
Sisters and brothers
Motor City down to Mississippi
Vegas lights to Atlantic City, yeah

Long as there’s sawdust on
That old dance floor
And love still hides behind closed doors
Steel guitars keeps on ringin’
Waylon and Willie keep on singin’
If you can swing it, if you can sway it
You can bet we’ll keep on playin’
Long as the wheel in the sky still turns
We are country and western

Fiddle and strings in the boombox beat
We’re all country and western
Hip-hop flat tops and flip-flop feet
We’re all country and western
Two lane roads to the city streets
We’re all country and western
Makin’ the bitter, baby
Just a little more sweet
We are country and western