COUNTRY MUSIC

(sigh)

A friend and I recently were jawing about country music and decided it might be an interesting blog topic -- especially considering my disdain for the genre. I'm old enough to remember when country music was sung by women with big hair and crooked teeth and with a twang they wouldn't even recognize in the Kentucky hollers. The fact that the likes of Shania Twain and Faith Hill now belt out those lyrics in skimpy, tight-fitting duds and made up and coifed to the nines doesn't change the silliness of those words. Country songs from the past just make me crazy -- "There's a Tear in My Beer 'Cause I'm Cryin' for You, Dear" and "Achy Breaky Heart" make my stomach turn. And that ain't all, guys and gals. Here's sum mo' of them all-time favs:
"Too Much Month (at the End of the Money)
"Love is Always Worth the Ache""
"If You Wanna Keep Your Beer Cold, Put It Next to My Ex-wife's Heart."
"Down in the Ditch"
"Prop Me Up Beside the Jukebox"
"Did I Shave My Legs for This?"
"Jesus and Mama"
"I'd Rather Have a Bottle in Front of Me Than a Frontal Lobotomy."
"Get Your Tongue Outta My Mouth 'Cause I'm Kissin' You Goodbye."

But the most stupid is the following lyric from one of country's "best..."
"I wanna whip your cow . . . I fell on a pile of you and got love all over me . . . "

Tell me AGAIN why I should like this crap?

(sigh)