They've been playing that jazz for years now Doing complicated things Hoping for what the future may bring. But a buck a tune won't do it Won't get them strings for their guitars So tired of dreaming of becoming big stars Then they met a rusty cowboy And they shared the same dream Playing music and hearing crowds scream They changed from Duke to Alan Pat Metheney to Tim McGraw Became the meanest countrymen you ever saw Now it's country that makes their living Now there's country in their veins They are bringing home the bacon So the girls don't complain Now they're even wearing cowboyhats Now they're walking in cowboyboots Cause when you're hooked on country so bad It gets down to your roots. And they sometimes meet their old friends Who wonder how things are The jazz singer is now sober and the others behind bars "I'll pay for this one buddy Please take my jacket too I've gone country. Good luck to you."