My Kind Of Music

MY KIND OF MUSIC

Well, I met this girl

I swore was close to perfect

I could see the ring

The dress and the whole nine yards

I had a country station on

And she reached and turned it

Said she couldn’t stand

The sound of a steel guitar

We hit the town to catch the early movie

And old Kris Kristofferson

played the leading role

I said, ”That’s my man”

And she said, ”Who’s he?”

I jumped up and said

”Girl, we got to go”

She don’t like to play

My kind of music

She’s never heard a

Waylon Jennings song

She’s never been a fan of

Willie Nelson so there ain’t

No way in hell we’ll get along

She told me she thinks

Country music’s hokey

Said, ”You can’t dance to it

And all the songs are sad”

I cocked my eyebrow and said

”You must be joking”

Ain’t no excuse for having taste

That bad

Then I asked her

If she’d heard of Alan Jackson

And she said

”Didn’t he sing that song called

”Where Were You?”

I said, ”Yeah, but girl

That man’s a living legend”

She said, ”Really?

I thought he was new”

She don’t like to play

My kind of music

She’s never heard of David Allen Coe

But she can’t get enough of

Whitney Houston

And I’m thinking

”Lord, that’s all I need to know”

I walked her to her door

And I bid that girl an overdue farewell

And without a goodnight kiss

I jumped back in my truck

Turned on some Hank and

Cranked it loud as hell

She don’t like to play

My kind of music

She don’t know

”Sunday Morning Comin’ Down”

She can’t see what’s so cool about

”He Stopped Loving Her Today”

Or ”Angel Flying Too Close to the Ground”

She told me that she sorta

Likes the Eagles

But she couldn’t name

One hit by Johnny Cash

No, she don’t like to play

My kind of music

So I had to tell that girl

To kiss my ass

o when the night was over

 

Upphovsman: Buddy Cannon – Phillip Moore

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