I think I posted this before, but, memory fails.
IT SURE AS HELL AINT COUNTRY
I was rolling along on the inerstate
In an 18 wheeler two hours late
Searching the dial for a country song
Never did find one, nothin' on but rock music
Thats an oxymoron.
I picked up a hiker to relieve the gloom
Thought if she's willing, 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 playing that stuff
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 tried to talk, but, she just smiled
Kept on singing with that awful voice
Finally, I knew I had no choice
I gotta shut her up, or get rid of her.
I stopped at a diner outside Duluth
Found myself a darked 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, 'fore 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 son was watching TNN and that same old racket hit me again,
Cant get away from it
Its like pollution
Some guy was pounding a big stack of drums
Screeming something at the top of his lungs
Another had a "steel" and a cowboy hat
The kid says "Whats the matter?, you dont like that?
He's singing 'bout the the land of the free."
I said "Boy, you could have fooled me,
But, I can tell you this much,
It sure as hell aint country."
There is no tune, I do it talking blues style with a simple riff between verses.