They’ve been playing that jazz for years now
Doing complicated things
Hoping for what the future may bring.
But a buck a tune won’t do it
Won’t get them strings for their guitars
So tired of dreaming of becoming big stars

Then they met a rusty cowboy
And they shared the same dream
Playing music and hearing crowds scream
They changed from Duke to Alan
Pat Metheney to Tim McGraw
Became the meanest countrymen you ever saw

Now it’s country that makes their living
Now there’s country in their veins
They are bringing home the bacon
So the girls don’t complain
Now they’re even wearing cowboyhats
Now they’re walking in cowboyboots
Cause when you’re hooked on country so bad
It gets down to your roots.

And they sometimes meet their old friends
Who wonder how things are
The jazz singer is now sober and the others behind bars
“I’ll pay for this one buddy
Please take my jacket too
I’ve gone country. Good luck to you.”