I just heard a song on the radio and it had the most prototypical country-music lyric I’ve heard in ages upon ages:
“She’s actin’ single, I’m drinkin’ doubles.”
Damn. That sums up a big chunk of the whole genre right there.
(Not a bad song as country songs go, actually. The best I could do was find a sample on Amazon.)
Filed under: Life and other states of existence
I was listening to the sample and spotted a link for Earl Thomas Conley. I forgot how much I loved his music, especially Honor Bound.
I’ll have to check that out. I’m not usually a country fan, but I spent a good part of my childhood listening to it, and every now and then it’s okay.
Too bad you can’t find one about boyfriends who want to screw other people and call it “love” and expect you to go along with it.
There’s probably one out there if I just looked hard enough.
Awhile back Todd and I were writing a mock country song on a particularly long drive to Vermont. We named the song “Baby Yer All the Porn I Need.” Heh heh heh.
But then, whenever we talk about a friend who is down on their luck we’ll say “Man, she’s just living a country song life these days…”
I once grabbed an acoustic guitar and played Tool’s “Stinkfist” as a country song, slowed down and substituting the phrase “There’ll never be a love like yours and mine” for the “borderline” lines. I thought my friend would shit himself laughing.