Lyrics by Aubrey Gravat

Oh, who's gonna fill their shoes?
Will the circle be unbroken?
Have you heard the last country song?
Was the good stuff already spoken?
I hope I'm wrong

They're tearing down the Grand Ol' Opry
'Cause it's empty, and they need the parking lot
Johnny, Willie, Waylon, Patsy, Dolly, Loretta, Reba
George and Merle and Tammy
Have we already seen all that country music's got?

The radio's playing something new
But it don't sound like home to me
Auto-tune and drum machines
Where's the heart that used to be?
I close my eyes and hear their voices
Singing truth from way back when
But when I open them they're gone
Will we ever see their kind again?

There's an old man at the bar tonight
Says he wrote for Nashville back in '75
His hands are shaking but his eyes are bright
When he talks about when music was alive
But the jukebox keeps on spinning old 45s
Reminding me legends never truly die
As long as a song survives

They're tearing down the Grand Ol' Opry
'Cause it's empty, and they need the parking lot
Johnny, Willie, Waylon, Patsy, Dolly, Loretta, Reba
George and Merle and Tammy
Have we already seen all that country music's got?

Maybe the circle’s not broken after all
As long as somebody answers the call
If you’re out there searching for a sign
Listen close—you’ll always find
A piece of yesterday in every rhyme
And country music holding time

Used to trust in higher ground
Believed what I was told
Hands that should have blessed me
Left me broken and cold
Seven years old on Sunday morning
Thought I'd find my peace
Instead found out that holy men
Can be the biggest thieves

These Sunday morning scars
Won't ever fade away
Won't ever fade away
From that house of prayer
That taught me how to hurt
Won't ever fade away
Won't ever fade away
These Sunday morning scars

Tried to tell but no one listened
Said I must be wrong
How can something done in Jesus' name
Feel so dark and strong
Kept going back each Sunday
Smile upon my face
While dying just a little more
In that sacred place

These Sunday morning scars
Won't ever fade away
Won't ever fade away
From that house of prayer
That taught me how to hurt
Won't ever fade away
Won't ever fade away
These Sunday morning scars

Now I drive past empty churches
Wonder if you're still inside
Teaching other little children
How to swallow down their pride
And I pray to something bigger
Than the man behind the door
That someday I'll find healing
From this pain I can't ignore

These Sunday morning scars
Won't ever fade away
Won't ever fade away
From that house of prayer
That taught me how to hurt
Won't ever fade away
Won't ever fade away
These Sunday morning scars

Won't ever fade away
Won't ever fade away
These Sunday morning scars