Country Before Me

It was the strong, the bold

Those that paved less traveled roads

It was the dreamers, believers and tortured souls

The lines they walked and the ones they didn't

Told 'em no but they didn't listen

We knew their lives through the stories on the radio

Guitars were steel

And I still feel

Every crying note they sing standing in that Opry ring

Oh those roots run deep

In the country before me

We wore coats of many colors

Crazy and coal miner's daughters

Fancy from an Oklahoma plain

We were country when it wasn't cool

Don't it make your brown eyes blue?

We were just two sparrows in a hurricane

Guitars were steel

And I still feel

Every crying note they sing standing in that Opry ring

Oh those roots run deep

In the country before me

Guitars were steel

And I still feel

Every crying note they sing standing in that Opry ring

Guitars were steel

And I still feel

Every crying note they sing standing in that Opry ring

Oh those roots run deep

Oh those roots they run deep