Damn Strait - Intellectual

[Intro]

Damn Strait, damn Jones

Damn all you smooth, country-singin' cowboys

You knew what you were doin' from the start

When you waltzed right in, you sang away her heart

Well she moved herself up to Nashville

And I got you fellas to thank

Willie and Merle, I'm lookin' at you

I'm talkin' about you, Hank

How could you take her just like you were picking a rose?

Damn Strait, damn Hank, damn Jones

Well in a whole town full of pied pipers

A county full of thieves

She laid her ears on that steel guitar

She's slippin' out from under me

How could she leave me for someone that she don't even know?

Damn Strait, damn Hank, damn Jones

Well if you see my baby

I bet that you'll know

'Cause she took away all my records

But she forgot to take her clothes

Come on Garth, Travis Tritt

About sick and tired of all your stinkin' hits

That haunt my radio

Damn Strait, damn Hank, damn Jones

Damn Strait, damn Hank, damn Jones