Yeah, and then came BakersfieldWynn Stewart, Tommy Collins, Buck Owens, Merle HaggardFueled by a million OkiesHopped up on Okie Moonshine and amphetaminesBuck Owens pushed the treble upOn the glittering steel Telecasters and steel guitarsShredded the jukebox speakersTo give it that West Coast Okie soundThe sound of twang cutting through smoky bar roomsAnd joints along the old Oakdale HighwayWhere Okies and Mexicans fought with homemade knivesIn the Hoover campsWas the end of the worldIt was country westernIt was the other side of Steinbeck's Grapes of WrathMixed with the sound of a guitarWith nudie suits and women and push-up brasAnd it was real goneIt was gone hillbilly musicToo rude for polite middle-class white boy earsAnd it was all gone by 1985