Anything But Country

It was just a night in the pub like all the others

At last orders I was sitting there drinking alone

I could have left those last few sips of warm lager in that glass

But I just didn’t feel like going home

I asked the girl behind

The bar about the jukebox

And if we still had time for a couple of songs

She took some change from her tip jar

And I asked her if there was anything she wanted me to put on

And she said

Anything but country

Anything but that

It’s all pick up trucks and

Twelve point bucks and boots and silly hats

I like a little Dolly Parton and I don’t mind Johnny Cash

Put on anything but country

Anything but that”

She cashed up as I scrolled down through the jukebox

And tried to pick out a song we both might like

I knew she didn’t like country music but I don’t like a lot else

And I guess you’ll never know unless you try

I eased her in with a bit of Kenny Rogers

Followed it up with a little Merle

Then I put on Hank Williams Jr and she started pouring shots

And the rest

Of the night was a blur

Cos she liked anything but country

That’s what she said

But I could tell by the way she was looking at me

We wouldn’t be leaving just yet

I could hear her humming along when I put on Tammy Wynette

She liked anything but country

Or

So she said

Anything but country

But I wasn’t done yet

We left the pub at four o’clock in the morning

Singing Bobbie Gentry and a bottle of bourbon down

If you don’t like country music I guess we can still be friends

Just give it time and I know you’ll come around

Cos she liked anything but country

That’s what she thought

She’d never been one for drinking whiskey and wearing cut off shorts

But I like to think there’s a little bit of Waylon in us all

She liked anything but country

Or so she thought

Anything but country

But not anymore

Anything but country

Not anymore