(With Willie Nelson)
You're calling us heathens
With zero respect for the law
But we're only songwriters
Just writing our songs, that's all
We write what we live
And we live what we write, is that wrong?
Well, if you think it is
Mr. Music Executive
Why don't you write your own songs
And don't listen to mine
They might run you crazy
They might make you dwell
On your feelings
A moment too long
We're making you rich
And you're already lazy
Just lay on your ass and get richer
Or write your own song
Mr. Purified Country
Don't you know what the whole things about
Is your head up your ass
So far that you can't pull it out
The world's getting smaller
And everyone in it belongs
And if you can't see that
Mr. Purified Country
Why don't you write your own song
And don't listen to mine
They might run you crazy
They might make you dwell
On your feelings
A moment too long
We're making you rich
And you're already lazy
Just lay on your ass and get richer
Or write your own song