IT SURE AS HELL AINT COUNTRY

I was rolling along on the interstate,
In an 18 wheeler two hours late
Searching the dial for a country song,
Never did find one
Nothing on but Rock music
There's an oxymoron.

I picked up a hiker to relieve the gloom
thought if she was willing we could get a room,
No such luck, all she wanted was my radio.

She found a station that was playing that stuff that some call country,That was bad enough, then she started singing along! Had a voice that would shatter Tupperware.

We rode that way for miles and miles, I wanted to talk but she just smiled,
Kept on singing with that awful voice, finally, I knew I had no choice,
I gotta get rid of her or shut her up somehow.

I stopped at a diner outside Duluth
Found myself a quiet booth,
Tried to get friendly but she couldn't hear,
Had one of them Walkmen stuck in her ear.
Same old rock and roll
'Nuff to make you chew your own leg off.

I dropped her off in my own home town,
She opened the door and before she jumped down
She wanted to know if we'd meet again
I said "Aint likely, I'm not into pain.

I finally walked through my own front door
TV was on, going full bore
My kid was watching TNN and that same old racket hit me again
Can't get away from it; it's like pollution or lawyers
It's everywhere.

Some guy was pounding a big stack of drums
Screaming something at the top of his lungs
Another had a steel and a cowboy hat
The kid says "What's the matter? you don't like that?
He said "He's singing about the land of the free"
I said "Boy you coulda fooled me, but I'll tell you this much,
It sure as hell aint country.

KM