Country My Ass

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Dale Watson - Country, In English

Country My Ass

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Duration: 4:15

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He ain't even near twenty, 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 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, an'get mad 'cause that's country, my ass Now, she's out there too, she's got her own secrets too. (Shhhh, 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 slash boyfriend who seduced her, er 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? Tell 'em stick it up high Where the sun don't shine Get pissed, an'get mad Tell 'em that's country, my ass Instrumental break 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 spinning 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?) 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, we're mad 'cause that's country, my ass We're pissed, we're mad 'cause that's country, my ass

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  • Dale Watson