Pledge Allegiance To The Hag

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 on PBR But at the top of every hour Man, you can hear a pin drop As ol' Jack drops in a quarter An' plays Merle on that jukebox, an' we stop An' tip our hats, an' raise our glasses of cold, cold beer They say, country's fadin' but we're still wavin' that flag 'round here When it's time to go, you know you're welcome back Where the people pledge allegiance to the Hag When the weekend comes an' 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 an' the radio up We sit there poppin' tops Shootin' bull an' singin' songs But you can bet your boots That when Haggard comes on We tip our hats an' raise our glasses of cold, cold beer They say, country's fadin' but we're still wavin' that flag around here When it's time to go, you know you're welcome back Where the people pledge allegiance to the Hag 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 pourin' rain Don't cry for me when I'm gone Just put a quarter in the jukebox An' sing me back home An' tip your hats, an' raise your glasses of cold, cold beer They say, country's fadin' but just keep wavin' that flag around here An' I know, it'll keep on comin' back long as people pledge allegiance Where folks still pledge allegiance, I pledge allegiance to the Hag