Lyrics:

Verse 1 (W. Nelson):
C/G F C/G
You call us heathens with zero respect for the law
G
We are only songwriters just writing our songs and that's all
C/G F C/G
We write what we live and we live what we write is that wrong
If you think it is Mr. Music Executive
G C/G
Why don't you write your own songs
Chorus (W. Nelson):
C/G G C/G
And don't listen to mine,they might run you crazy
G
They might make you dwell on your feelings a moment too long
F C/G
We're making you rich and you're already lazy
G C/G
So just lay on your ass and get richer or write your own songs
Verse 2 (W. Jennings):
C/G F C/G
Mr. Purified Country don't you know what the whole things about
G
Is your head up your ass so far that you can't pull it out
C/G F C/G
The world's getting smaller and everyone in it belongs
And if you can't see that Mr. Purified Country
G C/G
Why don't you just write your own songs
Chorus.
G C/G
So just lay on your ass and get richer or write your own songs
(W. Jennings:) And KISS OURS!