Am Country Heaven

Well, they sing about Jesus, they sing about Jones And they sing of American pride But they're all too damn clean, polished like stones And they won't sing about cheatin' and lies Well, I remember the days when the singers just sang And left it all in the stories they tell These days we're in AM country heaven And FM country hell I miss the days when the women were ugly And the men were all forty years old Cause you had to say something for people to listen Now they just do what they're told Well it's all about idols and pretty blonde hair And how many trucks you can sell Out here in AM country heaven And FM country hell Well out on these back roads the only real truth that I know Don't cross the radio band It cuts through the static like a chill in the air It fades out then it comes back again Well I don't mean to sound jaded cause I know there're plenty Young singers who aren't up for sale But they're all stuck in AM country heaven And FM country hell Well I knew it was over the day that I overheard A record executive cry "Keep it all simple, don't get offensive And don't play songs in three quarter time." Well mister record man I hope you don't take offense But you're a helluva joke I can tell You're the reason we're in AM country heaven And FM country hell You're the reason we're in AM country heaven And FM country hell