Why Country Sucks

You bring my guns
We'll bring the freedom
You ride your tractors
We'll take your wisdom

It's just a stupid scene
Full of cowboys in jeans
Who think it's good music playing
So slow
Those kids will never see
What good shows could be
No way!
They will never know

They drive me insane
They take lots of cocaine
They've all got drinking problems
They wear it like a badge
They wave confederate flags
We've somehow got to stop them

Country's lame
You're all the same
And I won't listen to one word you say
Your music sounds so dumb
So go suck your thumb
And keep whining like
Little babies

Who do you think you are?
You still don't drive a car
You drive a beat down 1985 truck
Your on your seventh husband
Your first was your cousin
That's why
Your music sucks

Country's lame
You're all the same
And I won't listen to one word you say
Your music sounds so dumb
So go suck your thumb
And keep whining like
Little babies

Country's lame
You're all the same
And I won't listen to one word you say
Your music sounds so dumb
So go suck your thumb
And keep whining like
Little babies

Country sucks
Country sucks
Country sucks
This is why country sucks

Country sucks
Country sucks
Country sucks
This is why country sucks



Credits
Writer(s): Jarom Pitts
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