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Dale Watson

Genres: Country

Country My Ass Lyrics - 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 

Shh, 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 

 

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? 

 

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 

We're pissed, we're mad 'cause that's country, my ass 

We're pissed, we're mad 'cause that's country, my ass 

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