They told him to just fade away His time had past and all his kind would die
But he remembers when Hank played the Opry high as a kite While Patsy Cline was out walking after midnight Well, he saw the torch being passed from Lefty to Merle Now there's so-called successors But it's hard to find a hero in this world
There ain't no country music for old men All of the good ones have died or just packed it in Now there's posers and losers and would-be outlaws Who only know how to pretend But there ain't no country music For old men
He was sitting on a bar stool the first time he heard Jolene A song by the prettiest angel he'd ever seen Back when Nashville was swingin'and making them deals While old Buck was out strolling The streets of Bakersfield
There ain't no country music for old men All of the good ones have died or just packed it in Now there's posers and losers and would-be outlaws Who only know how to pretend But there ain't no country music for old men
Loretta and Conway, Jones and Tammy Wynette Songs about prisons and passion and whiskey That's as good as it's Ever gonna get, yeah
They call him nostalgic with a permanent case of the blues He just walks around wondering who's gonna fill their shoes Lookin back on the great ones we've lost, he says why so soon? He shed an ocean of tears on the graves of Johnny and June
There ain't no country music for old men All of the good ones have died or just packed it in Now there's posers and losers and would-be outlaws Who only know how to pretend But there ain't no country music for old men There ain't no country music for old men...