Dale Watson. Country My Ass


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.

Now, she’s out there too, she’s got her own secrets too.
(Shhhh, 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.
And she misses her producer slash boyfriend who seduced her, er produced her a hit.
Hey, that’s country, my ass.