(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