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, and we stop

[Chorus]

And tip our hats

And raise our glasses of cold, cold beer

They say country's fading

But we still waving that flag around here

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

Where the people pledge allegiance to the hag

When the weekend comes and 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 and the radio up

We sit there popping tops, shooting bull and singing 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 pouring rain

Don't cry for me when I'm gone

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

And tip our hats

And raise our glasses of cold, cold beer

They say country's fading

But just keep wavin' that flag around here

And I know, it'll keep on coming back

Long as people pledge allegiance

Where folks still pledge allegiance

I pledge allegiance to the hag