What is up with modern country music? What ever happened to the Hank Williams, Buck Owens, Bob Wills or Pee Wee King's of the world (aside from death obviously)? It seems they can no longer decide which genre they want to be. Is it rock, or country? Half the popular acts out there are doing some sort lame rock with an added "twang." If the band sounds like Creed and your vocals come through with the slightest Southern accent that must constitute new country. All you need is to have lyrics about life outside of the big city, a cowgirl/cowboy or your truck and you are all set for a chart topper!
I'm not saying that the old-timers were wordsmiths, but the lyrics of some of these tunes... bah! Some tracks just annoy by the title, like "Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy)," but others need to be played to irritate. Jenny and I were grabbing a burger earlier this evening at Jake's, where they continually play 99.5 The Wolf (a local country station for those not in the know), and we were struck to just shaking our heads and laughing. Read the poetry of Brad Paisley's "I'm Still A Guy."
When you see a deer you see Bambi
And I see antlers up on the wall
When you see a lake you think picnic
And I see a large mouth up under that log
You're probably thinking that you're going to change me
In some ways well maybe you might
Scrub me down, dress me up but no matter what
I'm still a guy
When you see a priceless French painting
I see a drunk, naked girl
You think that riding a wild bull sounds crazy
And I'd like to give it a whirl
Well love makes a man do some things he ain't proud of
And in a weak moment I might walk your sissy dog, hold your purse at the mall
But remember, I'm still a guy
I'll pour out my heart
Hold your hand in the car
Write a love song that makes you cry
Then turn right around knock some jerk to the ground
'Cause he copped a feel as you walked by
I can hear you now talking to your friends
Saying, "Yeah girls he's come a long way"
From dragging his knuckles and carrying a club
And building a fire in a cave
But when you say a backrub means only a backrub
Then you swat my hand when I try
Well, what can I say at the end of the day
Honey, I'm still a guy
I'll pour out my heart
Hold your hand in the car
Write a love song that makes you cry
Then turn right around knock some jerk to the ground
'Cause he copped a feel as you walked by
These days there's dudes getting facials
Manicured, waxed and botoxed
With deep spray-on tans and creamy lotiony hands
You can't grip a tacklebox
With all of these men lining up to get neutered
It's hip now to be feminized
I don't highlight my hair
I've still got a pair
Yeah honey, I'm still a guy
Oh my eyebrows ain't plucked
There's a gun in my truck
Oh thank God, I'm still a guy
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