Rock'n My Country - Bret Michaels

Charlie went down to Georgia

He was looking to make a deal

He heard a southern band singing ramblin man

Playing guitars of steel

It was Travis, Hank, Merle and Mick

Singing about them honky tonk women

Walyon and Willie, Coe and Cash

Just trying to make a living

It wasn’t about fame, it wasn’t about money

Just outlaws putting some rock in their country

The king made the young girls scream

In a pair of blue suede shoes

Heard Clapton, Earl and Stevie Ray

Just playing them delta blues

Ronnie sang me home sweet home

Talkin' 'bout Alabama

Outlaws, 38 and Hatch

You got me flirting with distaster

Them Van Zant boys they was on to somethin'

Just outlaws putting some rock in their country

It was born down in the bayou

Raised out in the streets

Simple songs I could sing along to

That made me stomp my feet

Yeah my hair is long and I may look funny

But I still love some rock in my country

Yeah it all sounds good to me

I like country in my rock

And rock in my country

She rolled on down the highway

Yeah, Janis and Bobbie McGee

Singing la la la la la la la la la

Yeah sure sounded good to me

It ain’t about the fame, the glamour or the money

She’s just a bad girl putting some rock in her country

If the music biz left it up to me

I’d keep country in my rock and rock in my country