Country My Ass
(from Dale Watson's "Live in London")
He ain't even near twenty, but he says he's seen plenty of hard times 'Cause he's been on his bus for 5 days and in his hotel for 5 nights And his satellite dish is broken and the new band is treatin' him mean And there's still another week to go and he misses that karaoke machine 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 and she's got her own secrets too 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's got a real nice set of...WITS and she misses her producer/boyfriend who seduced her, uhh produced her, a hit 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 Tell 'em - that's country my ass Now don't get me wrong, to each his own, I believe But they've took the soul outta what means a whole lot to me And I can see Hank and Lefty, they're spinning around in their graves And if they were here now, I think yall know what they'd say - don't ya 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 We're pissed and we're mad 'Cause that's country my ass We're pissed and we're mad 'Cause that's country my ass