Lyrics David Allan Coe – Mister, Don’t Speak Bad About My Music

I spent most of my life in king sized cities
With every luxury at my command
I’ve never had a horse or saddle
I’ve never, ever owned a piece of land

Hey Mister don’t talk bad about my music
Be careful what you say about my clothes
Hey Mister I sing what they call country music
And I love it, I just want the world to know

I know I’ll never make it in a small town
I need those bright lights whirling around my head
That don’t mean that you won’t find me dreaming
About chucking fences, running my own spread
I guess I’ll always be part of the rush hour
Looking forward til I get my pay
Friday night I’m in some downtown honky tonk
Singing the songs that I’ve heard the jukebox play

Hey Mister don’t talk bad about my music
Be careful what you say about my clothes
Hey Mister I sing what they call country music
And I love it, I just want the world to know