Ah the rednecks are drawin’ their lines down in East Tennessee
Their cannons are primed and they’re fit to be tied I believe
And the man in the grey flannel suit does not walk on the street
Say does anyone know what became of the old Opry

Now the cowboys have taken an axe to the old hangin’ tree
They’ve traded their guns for a guitar and two bags of weed
And they’ll swear in a slow Texas drawl all the killin’ is done
I believe them by God but I’m keepin’ my back to the sun

Tomorrow is out of sight
Yesterdays dead and gone
You never knew how right
You were the night you wrote that song

Oh the truck drivin’ man makes his stops where the coffee is free
El Paso this morning, tonight it will be Tennessee
And he spends all his miles on the dials of a poppin’ CB
Say does anyone know what became of old Ralph Emery

Tomorrow is out of sight
Yesterdays dead and gone
You never knew how right
You were the night you wrote that song

Yesterday’s newspaper forecast no rain for today
Ah but yesterday’s news is old news – the skies are all gray
But the East Texas hills are alive with the children in spring
Say does anyone know what became of my sweet Angeline