A Good Country Song
I decided I would write a country song
I'm an old rock 'n' roller, what could go wrong
My Nashville friend said let me see what you got
I said, is it country? and he said not
You're missing the traditional elements here
It's country music, it isn't Shakespeare
You gotta add some things to make it genuine
You're going for a certain redneck baseline
You got no moonshine, no beer bar, and no pedal steel
No truck out on the highway, turnin' its wheels
No Pancho, no Lefty, no small southern town
No beer for your horses, no rodeo clown
No Jesus, no preachin', no old country church
No midnight ramblin', no whiskey research
So many ways this thing has gone wrong
This don't sound like a good country song
I'm not a cowboy, I don't ride a horse
No rodeo credentials anyone would endorse
My Fender Telecaster is my friend
But I also play my Stratocaster turned up to ten
But there's still some small town left in my veins
A little bit of sunshine and back road remains
I never wore a Stetson hat of course
Looking back that's causing me a little remorse
There ain't no mama, trains, trucks or prison, no gettin' drunk
No tight jeans or tan lines, no junk in the trunk
No double-dealin' woman-stealin' country bros
No leanin' queen in daisy dukes, no punch in the nose
No B double E double R-U-N
No phony television preacher sayin' amen
You may think that you're comin' on strong
But what you got here ain't no good country song
I got ordinary working people gettin' it done
Payday on a Friday and some weekend fun
Walking by the river on a moonlit night
A pretty girl beside me and I'm feelin' all right
Raising up a family of your very own
Looking back with satisfaction when they are grown
Small town sweet life, no freeways or smog
Just sittin' on my porch with my guitar and my dog
I got no grass snake, heartache, no cheatin' heart
No alcohol or drug abuse, I missed that part
I'm never making fun of my small town friends
I used to be one of them way back when
No Willie, no Haggard, no outlaw boys
Though I've always had a soft spot for Waylon's voice
No disrespect, but Mr. Nashville is wrong
I think I've got the makings of a good country song
I'm an old rock 'n' roller, what could go wrong
My Nashville friend said let me see what you got
I said, is it country? and he said not
You're missing the traditional elements here
It's country music, it isn't Shakespeare
You gotta add some things to make it genuine
You're going for a certain redneck baseline
You got no moonshine, no beer bar, and no pedal steel
No truck out on the highway, turnin' its wheels
No Pancho, no Lefty, no small southern town
No beer for your horses, no rodeo clown
No Jesus, no preachin', no old country church
No midnight ramblin', no whiskey research
So many ways this thing has gone wrong
This don't sound like a good country song
I'm not a cowboy, I don't ride a horse
No rodeo credentials anyone would endorse
My Fender Telecaster is my friend
But I also play my Stratocaster turned up to ten
But there's still some small town left in my veins
A little bit of sunshine and back road remains
I never wore a Stetson hat of course
Looking back that's causing me a little remorse
There ain't no mama, trains, trucks or prison, no gettin' drunk
No tight jeans or tan lines, no junk in the trunk
No double-dealin' woman-stealin' country bros
No leanin' queen in daisy dukes, no punch in the nose
No B double E double R-U-N
No phony television preacher sayin' amen
You may think that you're comin' on strong
But what you got here ain't no good country song
I got ordinary working people gettin' it done
Payday on a Friday and some weekend fun
Walking by the river on a moonlit night
A pretty girl beside me and I'm feelin' all right
Raising up a family of your very own
Looking back with satisfaction when they are grown
Small town sweet life, no freeways or smog
Just sittin' on my porch with my guitar and my dog
I got no grass snake, heartache, no cheatin' heart
No alcohol or drug abuse, I missed that part
I'm never making fun of my small town friends
I used to be one of them way back when
No Willie, no Haggard, no outlaw boys
Though I've always had a soft spot for Waylon's voice
No disrespect, but Mr. Nashville is wrong
I think I've got the makings of a good country song
Credits
Writer(s): Barry Seymour
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