My thoughts on country (in the words of a traitor)
Country music just isn’t right for me.
I get quickly bored by the same four looping chords,
And the same set of instruments,
And the song names that are just needlessly lengthy for absolutely no good reason whatsoever.
Maybe it's my urban nature,
Or my upbringing,
Which may be the culprit.
But that is how I feel regardless.
But on one occasion, I
climb the rocky mountain high
Or I’ll make a rowdy scene
While I’m shouting ‘bout Jolene,
Or I’ll be a dirty rebel,
And meet with the Georgian devil
Or I’ll walk the country roads
Without care ‘bout where it goes.
Or ride on a nameless horse
On the desert’s sandy course
Or be proud like burning Mary
through the soul that she may carry.
Reflecting on my music stash,
I’d never expect Johnny Cash
To loop within a ring of fire
All of my ear and heart’s desire.
I guess I must be quite a saint
to listen to without complaint
the hapless noise of tractor backs
who fall asleep on wet haystacks.
(I guess it may be true,
that there is a little bit of country within me too.)