J. J. Cale's my hero, best I ever heard But you gotta sing a little louder, hoss, 'cause I can't hear the words Some folks call it rock and rol, others call it blues But I detect a country soul, when I seen his cowboy shoes And it's alright It's alright It may not be right, but it's alright George might show up flyin' high, if George shows up at all But he may be, unconsciously, the greatest of them all From the Beatles and me in Nashville, to the billies and the Rolling Stones If we all sounded like we wanted to, we'd all sound like George Jones And it's alright It's alright It may not be right, but it's alright Jesse she's my woman boys, poor little ugly thing She tells me just how smart I am, so I'll teach her how to sing When I'm wrong and then she nails me, I get her with the same old line And it's alright It's alright It may not be right, but it's alright