Aaron Watson - Fence Post Lyrics
Now this is a true story for the most partThat occurred on the top floor of this bigwig record executive's office in Nashville, TennesseeNow understand I'm not poking any fun or disrespecting anybodyGod knows I love country music with all my heart and soulAnd I love the Grand Ole OpryBut I do have a problem with someone who can't even play a D chord on a guitarTelling someone with a dream that they won't get farSo this song is dedicated to all those underdogs like me out there running aroundDon't get discouraged if you have a dreamDon't be afraid to chase it downIt's how it goesHe said, "Son, don't get offended by what I'm about to sayI can see you have a passionFor the songs you write and playBut you lack what we all call commercial appealAnd you just don't have what it takesTo make it here in Nashville"Ouch...Well my heart felt like a train wreckBut I wore a smile on my faceI said, "Thank you for your time, sir"Put my guitar back in its caseOur little conversation was like a revelationRedirecting my dreamsCause God knows I'd never sell my soul to rock 'n' roll or rapOr wear those tight skinny jeansCause you know I'd rather sing my own songsThan be a puppet on a stringI'll wear what I want to wearI'm gonna sing what I wanna singHeaven knows all I needIs my faith, my fans, my friends and my familyBesides I'd rather be an old fence post in TexasThan the king of TennesseeSo I loaded up my old pickup truckAnd I drove back home to AmarilloGot a gig off old route 66At this ballroom called "The Armadillo"And for the first thousand shows or soNot a soul showed upI thought about quitting every other dayBut I just kept on kicking that cupYeah, I kept kicking that can surrounded by blood, sweat, and beersAnd wouldn't you know I became an overnight sensationIn just over ten yearsAnd now I'm packing out all the dance hallsAnd the rodeos every nightI got a pretty wife, a ranch, a band, a bus, a boatI'd say I'm doing alrightAnd you know I'd rather sing my own songsThan be a puppet on a stringI'll wear what I want to wearI'm gonna sing what I wanna singHeaven knows all I needIs my faith, my fans, my friends and my familyBesides I'd rather be an old fence post in TexasThan the king of TennesseeOh, how 'bout a little front porch picking, boysWell, wouldn't you know that old record manShowed up one night at this honky tonking barAfter my show he said, "Son, I believe you might be the next big country star"He said, "We like how you keep it rawWe like how you keeping it realAnd I think you may just have what we all like to call commercial appeal"Huh, ain't that somethingWell, sir...I'd rather sing my own songsThan be a puppet on a stringI'll wear what I want to wearAnd I'm gonna sing what I wanna singHeaven knows all I needIs my faith, my fans, my friends and my familyBesides I'd rather be an old fence post in TexasThan the king of TennesseeGod bless TennesseeBut I'd rather be just an old fence post in TexasThan sell my soul to rock 'n' roll or rapOr wear those tight fitting skinny jeans
