We are the black haired girls with the streaks of redAnd ten thousand sky blue seats in an open air shedHearing that thunder bass drum kick as the amplifiers screamWe are the neon midnight riders on a field of broken dreamsLong as the good Lord's willing and the creek don't riseThe pier needs chilling and the baby criesHearts get shot by Cupid's arrowThe road to heaven is straight and narrowLong as there's sawdust on that old dance floorLove still hides behind closed doorsSteel guitars keep on ringingWell and really keep on singingYou can swing itYou can sway itYou can bet we'll keep on playingLong as the wheel in the sky still turnsWe are country and westernCountry and westernThe sundress girls in the cowboy bootsThe Wall Street guy with that Neil McCoy tattooAhBack row buck and Merle traditionalistWhole lot of love and never been kissedStory tellers, city dwellersPull on the floor we'll find wine sellersSpreading those blankets on the lawnBucket of suds singingLong as the good Lord's willing and the creek don't riseThe pier needs chilling and the baby criesHearts get shot by Cupid's arrowThe road to heaven is straight and narrowLong as there's sawdust on that old dance floorLong as there's sawdust on that old dance floorLove still hides behind closed doorsSteel guitars keep on ringingWell and really keep on singingYou can swing itYou can sway itYou can bet we'll keep on playingLong as the wheel in the sky still turnsWe are country and westernWe're all country and westernWe're all country and westernSouthern sisters and brothersFalker City down to MississippiVegas lights to Atlantic CityLong as there's sawdust on that old dance floorLove still hides behind closed doorsSteel guitars keep on ringingWhaling and wailingKeep on singing, you can swing it, you can sway it, you can bet we'll keep on playingLong as the wheel in the sky still turns, we are Country in the WestFiddling strings in the boombox, babyWe're all Country in the WestHip-hop flattops and flip-floppingWe're all Country in the WestTo lane roads to the city streetsWe're all Country in the WestMake it a little, baby, just a little more sweetWe are Country in the West