(I Don’t Like Your) Country Music

Lyrics

Now here's a little something For all you country loving boys and girls out there Just having a good time, pick the boots a-talking You know when I was just a little pretty boy My own grandfather sat me high on his shoulder He could take me right away for this little old song And that's how I come out, got a fat eye, some old lace I don't like your country music I'm gonna have to refuse it It's got a noise that's boring me to tears I get a headache when I hear it I can't stand being anywhere near it It's bad, they cannot sing, who's in here? Well I'll take your mandolin And I'll wipe away your grin I'll bring the goddamn thing down on your head And if that don't do the trick Well I'll take your fiddling stick And I'll stick the damn thing somewhere else instead I don't like your country music I'm gonna have to refuse it It's got a noise that's boring me to tears I get a headache when I hear it I can't stand being anywhere near it It's bad, they cannot sing, who's in here? With your steel guitar You think you're going far But there ain't no distance far enough from me So take it round the back Of someone else's shack Or break its back across your goddamned knee I don't like your country music I'm gonna have to refuse it It's got a noise that's boring me to tears I get a headache when I hear it I can't stand being anywhere near it It's bad, they cannot sing, who's in here? Well I need a quiet dream But I can hear them so fine But that hot picking banjo's pretty wild And on the radio All I heard was do-si-do Till I kicked the do-si damn thing outside I don't like your country music I'm gonna have to refuse it It's got a noise that's boring me to tears I get a headache when I hear it I can't stand being anywhere near it It's bad, they cannot sing, who's in here? There ain't gonna be any better It's true, we're all peasants Good old Moses, he'll see me to my prayer Carve upon my stone When I'm finally alone It'll be a little goddamn piece "Was all he craved"