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Description
This track sounds like a friendly slap on the back to an entire era. It seems like just yesterday that Fridays smelled of gasoline, cheap tequila, and songs about pickup trucks with their doors raised. But the party dragged on, and now old acquaintances are at the doorstep: hoarse guitars, bar smoke, and heart-wrenching ballads.
Instead of sparkling fireworks, there is the creak of steel strings; instead of glossy music videos, there is rough honesty. Not mockery, but rather a gentle “enough already, it's time to go home.”
The result is a nostalgic track: respectful of the past, but with a clear hint that real country music is returning to the bar with the peeling sign.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Bro Country
Damn what a run
You did what the whole world thought couldn’t be done
You flew like an eagle
But hey don’t the sun
Burn if you're up there too long
Bro country
You damn sure could paint
A Friday night picture full of bombshells and drinks
You turned left of center into people like Hank
Haggard, and Cash, and Jones
But don’t good dogs always come home
No disrespect
Yeah don’t get me wrong
I've been that drunk redneck singing your songs
But whiskey and bandits
Outlaws with long hair
Yeah we’re back with a vengeance
With a fist in the air
It’s so bittersweet
Shutting that Fireball, cut offs
Jacked up truck door
But bro country don’t sound like you anymore
Bro country
Does it bring you to tears
To scoot over a lane
For big boys with beards
And steel guitars and smokey bars
And shot gunning beers
It’s a scene we ain’t seen in some years
But it’s here
Yeah no disrespect
Yeah don’t get me wrong
I've been that drunk redneck singing your songs
But whiskey and bandits
Outlaws with long hair
Yeah they’re back with a vengeance
With a fist in the air
It’s so bittersweet
Shutting that Fireball, cut offs
Jacked up truck door
But bro country don’t sound like you anymore
I’m sure there’s a shot
You’ll always have a spot
On the Billboard Country Top Ten
But man take a look
Them heartbreaks and hooks
Are making their way back in
No disrespect
Yeah don’t get me wrong
I've been that drunk redneck singing your songs
But whiskey and bandits
Outlaws with long hair
Yeah we’re back with a vengeance
With a fist in the air
It’s so bittersweet
Shutting that Fireball, cut offs
Jacked up truck door
But bro country don’t sound like you anymore
Yeah bro country don’t sound like you
Anymore