Country My Ass

He ain't nowhere near to 40 but he says he's seen plenty of hard times
'Cause he's been on a bus for five days and in hotel for five of them nights
Said his satellite dish is broke and the new band, they treat him mean
There's another week to go on this tour as well he's missin' his karaoke machine

That's country, my ass
Who do they think we am?
To force-feed us all this
Gettin' real tired of it
Let stick 'em up high
Where the sun don't shine
Get pissed, we get mad
'Cause that's country, my ass

Now, she's out there too, and she's got her own secrets too (shh, don't tell nobody)
She can't sing a lick and in a bucket, she couldn't carry her tunes
She's pretty as a picture and sure got a nice set of... wits
She misses her producer slash boyfriend who produced her a hit

That's country, my ass
Who do they think we am?
Force-feed all this
Gettin' real tired of it
Let's stick it up high
Where the sun don't shine
Get pissed and get mad
'Cause that's country, my ass

Now don't get me wrong, to each his own I do believe
It's just that they've took the soul out of what means a whole lot to me
I can see Hank and Lefty spinnin' around in their grave
And if they were here now, I think you know what they'd say

That's country, my ass
Who do they think we am?
Force-feed us all this
Ain't you real tired of it?
They stick it up high
Where the sun don't shine
Get pissed and get mad
'Cause that's country, my ass

Get pissed and get mad
'Cause that's country, my ass