Country My Ass

He ain't nowhere near to 40 but he says he's seen plenty of hard times 'Cause he's been on a bus for five days and in hotel for five of them nights Said his satellite dish is broke and the new band, they treat him mean There's another week to go on this tour as well he's missin' his karaoke machine That's country, my ass Who do they think we am? To force-feed us all this Gettin' real tired of it Let stick 'em up high Where the sun don't shine Get pissed, we get mad 'Cause that's country, my ass Now, she's out there too, and she's got her own secrets too (shh, don't tell nobody) She can't sing a lick and in a bucket, she couldn't carry her tunes She's pretty as a picture and sure got a nice set of... wits She misses her producer slash boyfriend who produced her a hit That's country, my ass Who do they think we am? Force-feed all this Gettin' real tired of it Let's stick it up high Where the sun don't shine Get pissed and get mad 'Cause that's country, my ass Now don't get me wrong, to each his own I do believe It's just that they've took the soul out of what means a whole lot to me I can see Hank and Lefty spinnin' around in their grave And if they were here now, I think you know what they'd say That's country, my ass Who do they think we am? Force-feed us all this Ain't you real tired of it? They stick it up high Where the sun don't shine Get pissed and get mad 'Cause that's country, my ass Get pissed and get mad 'Cause that's country, my ass