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
And get loud, and rowdy on PBR
But at the top of every hour
Man, you can hear a pin drop
As ol' Jack drops in a quarter
And plays Merle on that jukebox, and we stop
And tip our hats and 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 and 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 and the radio up
We sit there poppin' tops
Shootin' bull and singin' songs
But you can bet your boots
That when Haggard comes on
We tip our hats and 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
One of these days when my time has come
You can take me back to where I'm from
And put me on a westbound train
And ship me off in the pourin' rain
Don't cry for me when I'm gone
Just put a quarter in the jukebox
And sing me back home
And tip your hats and raise your glasses of cold, cold beer
They say country's fadin' but just keep wavin' that flag 'round here
And I know it'll keep on coming back
Long as people pledge allegiance
Where folks still pledge allegiance, I pledge allegiance to the hag