(Chorus)    Lord don't you walk with a little    Sawin' on a fiddle and the crying of a steel guitar    Coming from the heart and soul    Born and bred in the ole Lone Star    Get them honky tonkin' blues    Let them be your saving grace    If you want to hear some country    Then you've come to the right place       You miss Waylon, if it don't make you smile    Like Willie and George Jones    You better stick around a while    You like Merle, Buck and Johnny    We might just get along    But if you don't, go slap your mommy    Cause your momma raised you wrong       Chorus       I like gravy on my biscuit, I like my chicken fried    I drink my coffee black, I sure like my Charlie Pride    Well I still solute ole Glory and I give glory to the lord    I tip my hat to ole E.T. and his Texas Troubadours       Chorus