Three Quarter Time

I don't fit in here and I don't bother trying
 This so called new country ain't walking the line
 Would anyone notice if they heard Patsy Cline
 Singing old sad songs in three quarter time
 Playing on Broadway is a hell of a grind
 Ballads and barstools have this heart of mine
 They pay me in whiskey but I ain't made a dime
 From singing old sad songs in ¾ time
 They called me a star, they told me to sign
 They said to get ready for a hell of a ride
 They gave me their songs and a piece of me died
 Cause I was born to sing sad songs in three quarter time
 They called me crazy said I'm out of my mind
 Ballads and barstools have this heart of mine
 They pay me in whiskey but I ain't made a dime
 From singing old sad songs in three quarter time
 I can't help looking ahead to a time
 When we go back to twin fiddles and the steel guitar cry
 But I sit with my whiskey wondering why
 Nobody sings sad songs in three quarter time
 The high lonesome spirit is well and alive
 Cause ballads and barstools have this heart of mine
 They pay me in whiskey but I ain't made a dime
 From singing old sad songs in three quarter time
 I'm just singing old sad songs in three quarter time