IT SURE AS HELL AIN'T COUNTRY (Kendall Morse)

I was rolling along on the Interstate
In an 18-wheeler two hours late
Searching the dial for a country song
But, I never did find one, nothin' on but rock music
That's a contradiction in terms.

I picked up a hiker to relieve the gloom
Thought if she's willin' I'll get us a room
Make our own music. No such luck.
All she wanted was—my radio.
She found a station that was playin' that stuff
That some call country. That was bad enough,
Then she started singin' along...Had a voice that would shatter Tupperware.

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

We stopped at a diner outside Duluth
I found us a darkened booth,
Tried to get friendly but, she couldn't hear
She had one of them damned Walkmen stuck in her ear
Same old Rock & Roll, 'nuff to make you chew your own leg off.

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

I finally walked through my own front door
TV was on, going full bore
My son was watchin' TNN,
That same old racket hit me again
Can't get away from it... It's like pollution
It's everywhere.

Some guy was poundin' a big stack of drums
Screamin' 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's singin' 'bout the land of the free."
I said "Boy, you coulda fooled me,
But I can tell you this much: IT SURE AS HELL AIN'T COUNTRY."

copyright kendall morse

Hell no, talkin' blues ain't dead. (Also not really a genre, but more a style within country folk genre -but wtf do I know:>)