(feat. Merle Haggard)      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 with PBR   But at the top of every hour, man, you can hear a pin drop   As ol' Jack drops a quarter an' plays Merle on that jukebox, an' we stop      Chorus:   An' tip our hats   An' raise our glasses of cold, cold beer   They say country's fadin'   But we still wavin' that flag around here   An' 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       (Repeat Chorus)      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 our hats   An' raise our 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