I like a lot of music. Worlds greatest country song? Maybe Merle Haggard’s Misery and Gin. Check it…
Memories and drinks don’t mix too well.
Jukebox records don’t play those wedding bells.
Lookin’ at the world through the bottom of a glass,
All I see is a man who’s fading fast.
Blah, blah, blah,
But here I am again, mixin’ misery and gin.
Sittin’ with all my friends and talkin’ to myself.
I look like I’m havin’ a good time but any fool can tell,
That this Honky Tonk Heaven really makes ya’ feel like hell.
Lastly, and in accordance with my badass e-self image (that certainly wouldn’t want to be mis-identified as a modern country music-lover), I would quote the immortal words of Hank Williams (the Third, that is), to wit:
Cause the kind of country I hear nowdays
is a bunch of fuckin’ shit to me
And they say that I’m ill-mannered
that I’m gonna self-destruct
But if you know what I’m thinkin’
you’ll know that pop country really sucks
My simplified treatise on country music. That’s all, y’all.