Charlie went down to Georgia
He was looking to make a deal
He heard a southern band singing ramblin man
Playing guitars of steel
It was Travis, Hank, Merle and Mick
Singing about them honky tonk women
Walyon and Willie, Coe and Cash
Just trying to make a living
It wasn't about fame,
It wasn't about money
Just outlaws putting
Some rock in their country
The king made the young girls scream
In a pair of blue suede shoes
Heard Clapton, Earl and Stevie Ray
Just playing them delta blues
Ronnie sang me home sweet home
Talkin' 'bout Alabama
Outlaws, 38 and Hatch
You got me flirting with distaster
Them Van Zant boys
They was on to somethin'
Just outlaws putting
Some rock in their country
It was born down in the bayou
Raised out in the streets
Simple songs I could sing along to
That made me stomp my feet
Yeah my hair is long and I may look funny
But I still love some rock in my country
Yeah it all sounds good to me
I like country in my rock
And rock in my country
She rolled on down the highway
Yeah, Janis and Bobbie McGee
Singing la la la la la la la la la
Yeah sure sounded good to me
It ain't about the fame, the glamour or the money
She's just a bad girl putting some rock in her country
If the music biz left it up to me
I'd keep country in my rock and rock in my country
