Country My Ass - Dale Watson

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