Lyrics

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