They used to sing about pickup trucks on my radio, now those SOBs are in SUVs, they never
left the road, but it keeps on workin'. Lord, Lord, Lord, it keeps on workin'. I was raised
upon the outlaws, just three chords and the truth, but some won't trade a steel guitar
for a big lie and a lube, but it keeps on workin'. Lord, Lord, Lord, it keeps on workin'.
I ain't never been that good at being the things I'm not, I just sing what I know even though
that ain't a lot. I'm gonna ride whether you like my music or you don't, I live and breathe my country
to the bone, I don't just sing a song. There ain't no country music down on Music Row these days,
it used to feel all down back home, now it's watered down L.A., but it keeps on workin'. Lord, Lord, Lord, it keeps on workin'.
Just when I think it's over, another one comes along, fresh new face in his sister's jeans, singin' the same damn song,
but it keeps on workin'. Tell me why, why, why does it keep on workin'?
I ain't never been that good at being the things I'm not, I just sing what I know even though that ain't a lot.
I'm gonna ride whether you like my music or you don't, I live and breathe my country to the bone, I don't just sing a song.
Yeah, Waylon never just sang the song, Keith Whitley never just sang the song, Merle, Hank and Johnny and Lefty never just sang the song.
Lord, they lived it right or wrong, but they never just sang the song, but it keeps on workin'.
Lord, Lord, Lord, it keeps on workin'. It keeps on workin'. Lord, Lord, Lord, it keeps on workin'.
Lord, Lord, Lord, it keeps on workin'.