You ask me if there's still a chance to rekindle our burned out romance
You're true blue die hard country fans; let me say it in a way that you'll understand
If George Straights a rock star, where's that leather pants?
If Alan joins a boy band and all he does is dance,
When Hank Jr's a preacher, and his hell raising days are through
Then maybe, just maybe, maybe I'll come back to you

Now I'm not saying there's no chance at all
But it don't take no crystal ball
To see the chance is mighty slim, Chris Gains or me are coming back again
When Willy gives the weed up, and cuts off all his hair,
When George Jones finally says he need's his rockin' chair,
When Dolly gets a breast reduction down a size or two,
Then maybe, just maybe, maybe I'll come back to you

When Toby Keith burns the flag, and buys a foreign car,
Paisley takes the stages and forgets how to play guitar,
When we sell a million copies of album number two,
Huh? We've sold how many?
I said maybe, just maybe, maybe I'll come back to you
Yea, maybe, just maybe, maybe I'll come back to you.
That's right.