I was there the night they killed country music Well, the bull was buckin' hard And the scene was so bizarre As a busload of tourists wandered in They'd never seen a wrench And most of them spoke French And they all got up to see if they could dance And up there on the stage A band called Prairie Sage Was tryin' to keep the old ways alive But the urbans, they wouldn't listen Well, they bought t-shirts and went pissin' Off all the locals for comin' to this dive And I was there the night they killed country music I was sittin' on a barstool cryin' in my beer I was there the night they killed country music In one evenin', they destroyed the last fifty years Well, they all wore Calvin Klein's The [?], tied behinds The little golden [?] on the chain As I sat there on the back row Tryin' to hear the dobro I swear I heard one old-timer sang Hear him sang! I was there the night they killed country music I was sittin' on a barstool cryin' in my beer I was there the night they killed country music In one evenin', they destroyed the last fifty years In one evenin', they destroyed the last fifty years