Yeah, and then came Bakersfield
Wynn Stewart, Tommy Collins, Buck Owens, Merle Haggard
Fueled by a million Okies
Hopped up on Okie Moonshine and amphetamines
Buck Owens pushed the treble up
On the glittering steel Telecasters and steel guitars
Shredded the jukebox speakers
To give it that West Coast Okie sound
The sound of twang cutting through smoky bar rooms
And joints along the old Oakdale Highway
Where Okies and Mexicans fought with homemade knives
In the Hoover camps
Was the end of the world
It was country western
It was the other side of Steinbeck's Grapes of Wrath
Mixed with the sound of a guitar
With nudie suits and women and push-up bras
And it was real gone
It was gone hillbilly music
Too rude for polite middle-class white boy ears
And it was all gone by 1985