Lyrics:

From a flower child at old Woodstock
To an Austin picker doin' redneck rock
Layin it down to contemporary beat
While I laid back in Austin and stomp their feet

I got a lone star hat and real short hair
They don't like me in Nashville but I don't care
Pickin and a-grinnin' and a- swapping songs
Just a good old boy tryin to get along

There's me and Willie and Jerry Jeff
And Mike Murphy, Hubbard and all the rest
Rusty Weir just doin' his thing
C'mon everybody won't you let them sing

Them greasy wheels keep rollin' along
Till threadgills up their yodeling strong
Keepin Jimmie Rodgers songs alive
Hell, ??? like bees to a hive

Chorus 2:
There's Bill and Bonnie and Asleep at the whell
And Herbert Steiner on the pedal steel
Townes and ? makin' nightly rounds
Well look everybody, watch 'em come around

Steel solo

Now all the other pickers don't you be inflamed
If you didn't happen to hear your name
Our DJ friends gotta do their job
So 2 and one half minutes is all I got

Chorus 1