Chapter Five...Nashville: If Old Hank Could Only See Us Now

If ole Hank, Could only see us now If he could see what we got goin' down We got learjets and buses, chauffeured limousines We done moved from the Ryman, and Opry's on TV I'd give a hundred dollars, if I could know somehow What'd ya think, If ole Hank, could see us now Well Nashville's got too rich, to sing the blues They've traded in their cowboy boots for high-heeled Gucci shoes Looks like they took the music out to lunch Their ain't a decent yodel in the bunch If ole Hank, could see us now If he could see what we got goin' down We got game shows and videos, and a lot of souvenirs From machines and synthesizers ringin' in our ears I'd give a hundred dollars, if I could know somehow What'd ya think, If ole Hank, could only see us now. (Yeah) It's still a long hard road but you know you're at the top When the CMA awards you, for crossin' over pop I guess they finally think we've come of age Singin' through the smoke, strobe lights on the stage If ole Hank, could only see us now If he could see what we got goin' down We got learjets and buses, chauffeured limousines We done moved from the Ryman, and Ralph Emery's on TV I'd give a hundred dollars, if I could know somehow What'd ya think, if ole Hank, could see us now We spend two hundred thousand dollars makin' compact discs And the record never scratch and never break Ver break, ver break, ver break, ver break. (ha ha ha)