They used to sing about pickup trucks on my radio
Now those SOBS are in SUV´s and ain´t never left the road
But it keeps on workin´
Lord, Lord, Lord, it keeps on workin´

I was raised upon the outlaws
Just three chords and the truth
But someone traded steel guitar for a big lie and the loot
But it keeps on workin´
Lord, Lord, Lord, it keeps on workin´

I ain´t never been that good at being things I´m not
I just sing what I know, even though that ain´t a lot
Wrong or right, whether you like my music or you don´t
I live and breathe my country to the bone
I don´t just sing a song

There ain´t no country music

Down on music row these days
Used to feel all down back home
Now it´s watered down LA
But it keeps on workin´
Lord, Lord, Lord, it keeps on workin´

Just when I think it´s over
Another one comes along
Fresh new face in her sister´s jeans
Singing the same damn song
But it keeps on workin´
Tell me why, why, why does it keep on workin´?

´Cause I ain´t never been that good at being things I´m not
I just sing what I know, even though that ain´t a lot
Wrong or right, whether you like my music or you don´t

I live and breathe my country to the bone
I don´t just sing a song

Yeah, Waylon never just sang a song
Keith Whitley, he never just sang a song
Merle Hank and Johnny and Lefty, never just sang a song
They lived it, right or wrong
But they never just sang the song

But it keeps on workin´
Lord, Lord, Lord, it keeps on workin´

Yeah, it keeps on workin´
Lord, Lord, Lord, it keeps on workin´