(feat. Merle Haggard)


There's a little dive on a dead-end road

Called the Cross-Eyed Cricket Waterin' Hole

Where you can hear the sound of a steel guitar

An' get loud an' rowdy with PBR

But at the top of every hour, man, you can hear a pin drop

As ol' Jack drops a quarter an' plays Merle on that jukebox, an' we stop


Chorus:

An' tip our hats

An' raise our glasses of cold, cold beer

They say country's fadin'

But we still wavin' that flag around here

An' when it's time to go, you know you're welcome back

Where the people pledge allegiance to the Hag


When the weekend comes an' the weather's clear

There's a high spot fifteen miles from here

Where you can always find a few dusty trucks

With the windows down an' the radio up

We sit there poppin' tops, shootin' bull an' singin' songs

But you can bet your boots that when Haggard comes on


(Repeat Chorus)


One of these days when my time has come

You can take me back to where I'm from

Put me on a westbound train

An' ship me off in the pourin' rain

Don't cry for me when I'm gone

Just put a quarter in the jukebox an' sing me back home


An' tip our hats

An' raise our glasses of cold, cold beer

They say country's fadin'

But just keep wavin' that flag around here

An' I know, it'll keep on comin' back

Long as people pledge allegiance

Where folks still pledge allegiance

I pledge allegiance to the Hag