Written in Da Writers Room at Songramp
Larry Gordon Killam (SOCAN)
Keith (KIP) Marchetti (ASCAP)
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Old Country
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Bubble Gum Country
I remember the day when Johnny Cash sang
Those Folsom Prison Blues
One piece at a time and I walk the line
Jackson and a boy name Sue
Hee Haw and old Buck Owens
Roy Clark Pickin' and Grandpa Jones
Those were the good old days
Now the good old days done gone
We're living on bubble gum country
We spit it out before we chew it.
Fast guitars and Bow-Tox stars
It ain't the way I knew it.
Bubble gum country
It's playing on my radio.
And make it go away
I hope the bubbles gonna burst
On bubble gum country some day
Take me back to when tradition was in
It makes me want to sigh
Now a days when a guitar plays
I hang my head and cry
I got to hear old Luke the drifter
George Jones and Loretta Lynn
A throw down fiddle and a steel guitar
On the Opry stage again
We/re living on bubble gum country
We spit it out before we chew it.
Fast guitars and Bow-Tox stars
It ain't the way I knew it.
Bubble gum country
It's playing on my radio.
Make it go away
I hope the bubbles gonna burst
On bubble gum country some day
Well there's a couple of up and comers
And maybe there's a chance
Craig wing boy gonna play some country
On my air waves again
Bubble gum country
We spit it out before we chew it.
Fast guitars and Bow-Tox stars
It ain't the way I knew it.
Bubble gum country
It's playing on my radio.
And make it go away
I hope the bubbles gonna burst
On bubble gum country some day
And make it go away
I hope the bubbles gonna burst
On bubble gum country some day
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