Well I met this girl I swear was close to perfect
I could see the the dress, 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 ol' Kris Kristofferson played the leading role.
I said "That's my man!"
She said "WHo's he?"
So I jumped up and "said Girl, we gotta 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 eyebrows and said "You must be joking"
"There ain't no excuse for having taste that bad"
Then I asked her if she heard of Alan Jackson
She said "Didn't he sing that song called "Where were You?"
I said "Yeah but that man's a living legend"
She said "Really? I Thought he was new"
No she don't like to play my kind of music.
She's never heard of David Allan Coe.
She can't get enough of Whitney Houston
and I'm thinking Lord that's all I need to know.
So when the night was over 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 lout as hell.
No she don't like to play my kind of music.
She don't know "Sunday Morning Coming Down"
She can't see what's so cool about "He Stopped Loving Her Today"
or "Angels Flying Too Close to the Ground"
She told me that she sort of 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,
I could see the the dress, 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 ol' Kris Kristofferson played the leading role.
I said "That's my man!"
She said "WHo's he?"
So I jumped up and "said Girl, we gotta 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 eyebrows and said "You must be joking"
"There ain't no excuse for having taste that bad"
Then I asked her if she heard of Alan Jackson
She said "Didn't he sing that song called "Where were You?"
I said "Yeah but that man's a living legend"
She said "Really? I Thought he was new"
No she don't like to play my kind of music.
She's never heard of David Allan Coe.
She can't get enough of Whitney Houston
and I'm thinking Lord that's all I need to know.
So when the night was over 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 lout as hell.
No she don't like to play my kind of music.
She don't know "Sunday Morning Coming Down"
She can't see what's so cool about "He Stopped Loving Her Today"
or "Angels Flying Too Close to the Ground"
She told me that she sort of 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,
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