Lyrics
[Verse 1]
There’s a number folks call when they’ve lost their way,
Feelin’ too far from a field or a front porch day.
When your boots don’t fit and your soul feels tight,
You dial the line that helps you make it right.
We don’t judge, we just remind
You still got country deep inside.
[Chorus]
Call 1-800-YEE-HAW now,
If the world’s too fast and you’ve lost that sound.
Of a screen door slam or a train whistle blow,
Of a slow dance song on the radio.
If your roots feel gone and your fire runs dry,
Come home through the Country Hotline.
[Verse 2]
He said, “I’m wearin’ loafers, eatin’ kale at noon,
I miss muddy boots and a George Strait tune.
Neighbors get mad when I mow too soon,
And I ain’t had a beer by a fire since June.”
I said, “Man, you’re due for a fishin’ night,
And a little bit of neon light.”
[Chorus]
Call 1-800-YEE-HAW now,
If your peace of mind’s packed up and left town.
If the skyline’s big but your heart feels small,
You can still get back with a simple call.
When you’re low on gas and your stars won’t shine,
Come home through the Country Hotline.
[Bridge]
It’s a voice on the line sayin’, “You’re still you,
Just need a breeze and a backroad view.
Let the world keep spinnin’, you’ll be fine
You just forgot how to take your time.”
[Final Chorus]
Call 1-800-YEE-HAW now,
We’ll bring you back where your soul knows how.
To slow things down, and live out loud,
With a screen door creak and a simple vow.
If your roots feel gone and your fire runs dry,
Come home through the Country Hotline.