Writers Room

[Verse 1]
I ain't drivin' in traffic to sit in rooms with actors
Just to write what sounds good so the fans believe their actions
Then they hit you with the yee-haw, hit the Opry Mills Mall
Dress up like us just to fake the down here drawl
My veins ain't lines that was someone's idea
And my DNA realer than the Grammys they give

[Chorus]
Replace a writer's room with a Harley or two
Less pop radio and more Chris LeDoux
Drive away from the city 'til the street lights fade
And there's peaches bein' sold out of Chevrolets
You wanna roll with the best, gotta live like one
Ain't no fakin' when you hear the story when they're gone
Put a cowboy's hat on top of his tomb
'Cause when we leave, it's in a writer's room

[Verse 2]
Nobody wailin' on my fame after I lay in the grave
Cash dead, still cash bein' made on Cash's name
The museum glass is where the lies are all displayed
Illuminated with a sad look on their face
In the future, I'm a glitch, a folk story for the sticks
That figured out the blueprint ain't livin' real shit

[Chorus]
Replace a writer's room with a Harley or two
Less pop radio and more Chris LeDoux
Drive away from the city 'til the street lights fade
And there's peaches bein' sold out of Chevrolets
You wanna roll with the best, better live like one
Ain't no fakin' when you hear the story when we're gone
Put a cowboy's hat on top of his tomb
'Cause when we leave, it's in a writer's room

[Outro]
A writer's room
Writer's room
A writer's room