The Country Doesn’t Sound The Same

Lyrics

The music on my father's stereo Every Saturday Was back when steel and fiddle had their time to interplay It was my first drive in that old car, killed the battery Listening till the sun came up on a summer nights dream Songs for the working class, and those looking for love They took you to a place deep inside or up above I don't hear them on my FM radio I don't know why they all had to go My father would call it a shame The country doesn't sound the same There's a hardhat crew laying tar up by the gate They don't care whose land they carve, as long as their checks aren't late Tax bond brought the highway and 100 mobile homes They're clearing space every day for commercial zones I can hear it out the kitchen window The farm ain't the quiet place I used to know Everybody's headed west to stake their claim The country doesn't sound the same Times are always changing Are the good times gone? No more open sky above me No more soul left in the song I know it don't do no good to complain The country doesn't sound the same I fear were living in the strangest of times Where no matter where you stand you're always on opposing sides As the noise runs around the clock and no one can cut through I don't know when it will end I don't know what we can do I lie awake at night and wonder how I don't know what to think of us now It doesn't do no good in laying blame The country doesn't sound the same The country doesn't sound the same