J. J. Cale's my hero, best I ever heard   But you gotta sing a little louder, hoss, 'cause I can't hear the words   Some folks call it rock and rol, others call it blues   But I detect a country soul, when I seen his cowboy shoes   And it's alright   It's alright   It may not be right, but it's alright      George might show up flyin' high, if George shows up at all   But he may be, unconsciously, the greatest of them all   From the Beatles and me in Nashville, to the billies and the Rolling Stones   If we all sounded like we wanted to, we'd all sound like George Jones   And it's alright   It's alright   It may not be right, but it's alright      Jesse she's my woman boys, poor little ugly thing   She tells me just how smart I am, so I'll teach her how to sing   When I'm wrong and then she nails me, I get her with the same old line   And it's alright   It's alright   It may not be right, but it's alright