My Kind of Music

Oh, I met this girl, I swear 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 an early movie And ol' Crisp Chris Dobson played the leading role I said "That's my man" she said, "Who's he?" I jumped up and said, "Girl, we gotta go" She don't like to play my kinda music She's never heard a Walen Jennings song And 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 musics hokey She said, "You can't dance to it and all the songs are sad I cocked my eyebrow and said, "You must be jokin' Ain't no excuse for havin' 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, "Ya but girl, that man's a livin' legend" And she said, "Really? I thought he was new" Now she don't like to play my kinda music She's never heard of David Allan Coe But she can't get enough of Whitney Houston And I'm thinkin' Lord, that's all I need to know That ain't the way So when the night was over 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 Now she don't like to play my kinda music She don't know Sunday morning comin' down She can't see what's so cool about he stopped lovin' her today Or angel flying to close to the ground She told me that she sorta likes the Eagles She couldn't name one hit by Johnny Cash No, she don't like to play my kinda music So I had to tell that girl to kiss my ass