Mike and the Moonpies — The Real Country lyrics
The page contains the lyrics of the song "The Real Country" by Mike and the Moonpies.
Lyrics
With all that you have, the one thing you touch turns to gold
You got no chance for a lighter load
And nobody could with all of them things that you know
You low-down no-good,
Gonna sleep on Sunday
the weekend away one more time
While the rest of the country
Gonna drown in that whiskey and rye
The one thing I’ve found lettin' go
Is a glass in my hand with no drink to pour
Had I been renowned for all of the lovin' I
I’d be creepin' out, you’re still wide awake
Now I spend my money
Downtown on women and sin
While the rest of the country
Gonna drown in that railroad gin
Now I’m alone
Kicking these out the window
I’m singing through the radio
Gonna sleep on Sunday
the weekend away one more time
While the rest of the country
Are gonna drown in that whiskey and rye
Now I spend my money
Downtown on women and sin
While the rest of the country
They’re gonna drown in that railroad gin