Our Country: Music

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AIN’T NO SENSE IN BEIN’ BASHFUL.
I WAS ONCE THE KING O’ NASHVILLE.
LIMO SERVICE TO MY SHOWS
SOLD-OUT CROWDS, STANDIN’ “O”S
MONEY? HELL, I HAD A STASH FULL.

AND THEN,
BAM! THAT’S IT! BAM! IT’S OVER!
LOST THE MILLIONS. LOST THE CHAUFFER.
I ALWAYS THOUGHT I’D HAVE MY PILE O’ MONEY TO SPEND,
BUT THOSE SOLD-OUT DAYS HAVE COME TO AN END.
NOW, I GET EXCITED WHEN MY AGENT BOOKS ME GIGS AT THE MALL.
LORD, LORD, LORD HOW THE MIGHTY FALL.

MY FAN CLUB PRESIDENT IS TOO ASHAMED TO ANSWER MY CALL.
LORD, LORD, LORD HOW THE MIGHTY FALL.

OF ALL THE HOTS THERE WEREN’T NO HOTTER.
ALBUMS SOLD LIKE HARRY POTTER.
WROTE ONE BIG HIT COUNTRY SONG,
THEN STRUNG THE NATION RIGHT ALONG.
I COULD ALL BUT WALK ON WATER.

BUT THEN
BAM! I’M SHIT! BAM! I’M ROTTEN!
LOST THEIR LOYALTY. LOST. FORGOTTEN.
AMERICA AIN’T NEVER HEARD NO FUNNIER JOKE
THAN THE HOMO COWBOY WINDIN’ UP BROKE.
YEAH, THE TRASHY SUPERMARKET TABLOIDS NEVER HAD SUCH A BALL.
LORD, LORD, LORD HOW THE MIGHTY FALL.

MATTEL STOPPED ALL PRODUCTION ON THE TOMMY DAUTRY DOLL.
LORD, LORD, LORD HOW THE MIGHTY FALL.

DOWN, DOWN, DOWN, HE GOES.
YESTERDAY’S HIGHS TO THIS YEAR’S LOWS.
YESTERDAY’S NEWS IN LAST WEEK’S CLOTHES,
LANDIN’ FACE FIRST WITH HIS THUMB UP HIS NOSE!

YOU CAN RUN THE GAMUT: TOP TO BOTTOM.
KING O’ COUNTRY. SON O’ SODOM.
YOU PLACE YOUR BETS, THE DEALER DEALS,
BUT COVER YOUR ACHILLES HEELS,
‘CUZ WHEN YOU WIN, THAT’S WHEN THEY SPOT ‘EM.

AND THEN, BAM! YOU’RE HIT!
BAM! YOU’RE BLEEDIN’.
LOST YOUR WAGER.
LOST, TOSSED AN’ PLEADIN’
“DEAR GOD, PLEASE LET THERE BE AN END TO THIS CURSE.”
O HO, BUT BROTHER, THINGS CAN ALWAYS GET WORSE.
ME? I GOT ARRESTED PULLIN’ PETER. NOW I’M PAYIN’ PAUL.
LORD, LORD, LORD HOW THE MIGHTY FALL.

DOES ANYBODY OUT THERE GOT AN EXTRA ADDERALL?
LORD, LORD, LORD, LORDY, LORD…

(Over the last four measures, TOMMY whistles a huge “missile drop” with an “explosion” on the final button as THE BAND throws newspapers into the air, which come raining down around TOMMY.)