They Don't Write Good Country Songs

Lyrics:

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Last night I dreamt about that good old pine log cabin home
Rode those lush green country hills where cattle used to roam
Thought about the wooden bridge we'd fish from you and I
We rode our ponies into town beneath that big Montana sky

I remember how we'd listen to the radio
Country music was our love and every song we'd know
On golden days like that they've closed the door
And they don't write good country songs no more

Now I could listen to old Hank sing country songs all day
I'm so lonesome I could cry since he went away
No one sings about the moon or the whippoorwill
How I love his country tunes, I guess I always will

I'd listen to old Hank sing on the radio
I love the way he sang those country songs down sweet and low
Classic music's gone of that I'm sure
And they don't write good country songs no more

Now I could listen to old Hank sing country songs all day
I'm so lonesome I could cry since he went away
No one sings about the moon or the whippoorwill
How I love his country tunes, I guess I always will

I'd listen to old Hank sing on the radio
I love the way he sang those country songs down sweet and low
Classic music's gone of that I'm sure
And they don't write good country songs no more
On classic country singers they've closed the door
And they don't write good country songs no more