You ask me if there's still a chance
To rekindle our burned out romance
You're true blue die hard country fans,
Let me say it in a way that you'll understandWhen George Straights a rock star,
And wears that leather pants?
And Alan joins a boy band
And all he does is dance,
When Hank Jr's a preacher,
And his hell raising days are through
Then maybe, just maybe,
Maybe I'll come back to youNow I'm not saying there's no chance at all
But it don't take no crystal ball
To see the chance is mighty slim,
Chris Gains or me are coming back again
When Willy gives the weed up,
And cuts off all his hair,
When George Jones finally says
He need's his rockin' chair,
When Dolly gets a breast reduction
Down a size or two,
Then maybe, just maybe,
Maybe I'll come back to youWhen Toby Keith burns the flag, and buys a foreign car,
Paisley takes the stages and forgets how to play guitar,
When we sell a million copies of album number two,
Huh? We've sold how many?
Songwriters
DAVID BANNING, MATT ROSSI, RORY FEEKPublished by
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