Country My Ass
He ain't even near 20 but he says he's seen plenty of hard times
'Cause he's been on his bus for five days and in his hotel for five nights, oh
And his satellite dish is broke and the new band is treatin' him mean (yeah, I know)
And there's still another week to go, he misses that karaoke machine
Hey, that's country, my ass
Who do they think we am?
Force-feed us that shit
Ain't you real tired of it?
Tell 'em, stick it up high
Where the sun don't shine
Get pissed and get mad
'Cause that's country, my ass
Now she's out there too, 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, now wait a minute
She's pretty as a picture and she sure got a nice set of... wits, yeah
And she misses her producer-boyfriend who seduced her, oop, produced her a hit
Hey, that's country, my ass
Who do they think we am?
Force-feed us that shit
Ain't you real tired of it?
They can stick it up high
Where the sun don't shine
Get pissed, get mad
Tell 'em that's country, my ass
That's right, here's Hank
Now don't get me wrong, to each his own, I believe
But they've took the soul out of what means a whole lot to me
'Cause I can see Hank and Lefty, they're spinnin' around in their graves
And if they were here now, I think y'all know what they'd say, don't you?
What they'd say?
That's country, my ass
Who do they think we am?
Force-feed us that shit
Gettin' real tired of it
Tell 'em stick it up high
Where the sun don't shine
We're pissed, we're mad 'cause that's country, my ass
We're pissed, we're mad 'cause that's country, my ass
God bless you all, thank you so much
And God bless you all
Ricky Davis on the steel
Scott Matthews on the drums
Billy Dee Donahue on the bass guitar and vocals
God bless you everybody, thank you so much
I can't how much it mean to me, God bless you
Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for Austin legend
The Lone Star troubadour, Dale Watson (thank you)
Thank you so much
Dale Watson
Collin, my friend over there, he was talkin' about Johnny Cash earlier
And, thought you'd like Johnny Cash too
'Cause he's been on his bus for five days and in his hotel for five nights, oh
And his satellite dish is broke and the new band is treatin' him mean (yeah, I know)
And there's still another week to go, he misses that karaoke machine
Hey, that's country, my ass
Who do they think we am?
Force-feed us that shit
Ain't you real tired of it?
Tell 'em, stick it up high
Where the sun don't shine
Get pissed and get mad
'Cause that's country, my ass
Now she's out there too, 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, now wait a minute
She's pretty as a picture and she sure got a nice set of... wits, yeah
And she misses her producer-boyfriend who seduced her, oop, produced her a hit
Hey, that's country, my ass
Who do they think we am?
Force-feed us that shit
Ain't you real tired of it?
They can stick it up high
Where the sun don't shine
Get pissed, get mad
Tell 'em that's country, my ass
That's right, here's Hank
Now don't get me wrong, to each his own, I believe
But they've took the soul out of what means a whole lot to me
'Cause I can see Hank and Lefty, they're spinnin' around in their graves
And if they were here now, I think y'all know what they'd say, don't you?
What they'd say?
That's country, my ass
Who do they think we am?
Force-feed us that shit
Gettin' real tired of it
Tell 'em stick it up high
Where the sun don't shine
We're pissed, we're mad 'cause that's country, my ass
We're pissed, we're mad 'cause that's country, my ass
God bless you all, thank you so much
And God bless you all
Ricky Davis on the steel
Scott Matthews on the drums
Billy Dee Donahue on the bass guitar and vocals
God bless you everybody, thank you so much
I can't how much it mean to me, God bless you
Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for Austin legend
The Lone Star troubadour, Dale Watson (thank you)
Thank you so much
Dale Watson
Collin, my friend over there, he was talkin' about Johnny Cash earlier
And, thought you'd like Johnny Cash too
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Writer(s): Dale Watson
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