My Kind Of Music Lyrics - Singles - Ray Scott

Well, I met this girl I swore 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' Kris Kristofferson 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 kind of music 

She's never heard a Waylon 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 music's 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, "Yeah, but girl, that man's a livin' legend" 

And she said, "Really? I thought he was new" 

Naw, she don't like to play my kind of 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 

Kick it... 

Dan the Man... 

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 

Naw, she don't like to play my kind of music 

She don't know "Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down" 

She can't see what's so cool about "He Stopped Lovin' Her Today" 

Or "Angel Flying Too Close to the Ground" 

She told me that she sorta likes the Eagles 

She couldn't name one hit by Johnny Cash 

Naw, she don't like to play my kind of music 

So I had to tell that girl to kiss my ass