My Kind Of Music Songtext
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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 the early movie
And ol' Kris Kristofferson played the leading role
I said "That's my man," she said "Who's he?"
So I jumped up and said "Girl, we gotta go!"
Chorus:
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 the early movie
And ol' Kris Kristofferson played the leading role
I said "That's my man," she said "Who's he?"
So I jumped up and said "Girl, we gotta go!"
Chorus:
She don't like to play my kind of music
She's never heard a Waylon Jennings song
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
Said you can't dance to it and all the songs are sad
I cocked my eyebrow and said, "You must be jokin'"
"There 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 living legend."
She said "Really? I thought he was new!"
Second Chorus:
No, she don't like to play my kind of music
She's never heard of David Allen Coe
But she can't get enough of Whitney Houston
And I'm thinkin', Lord, that's all I need to know
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.....
No, 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 'bout "He Stopped Lovin' Her Today"
Or "Angel Flying Too Close To The Ground"
She told me that she sort of liked the Eagles
But she couldn't name one hit by Johnny Cash
No, she don't like to play my kind of music
So I had to tell that girl to kiss my ass!
She's never heard a Waylon Jennings song
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
Said you can't dance to it and all the songs are sad
I cocked my eyebrow and said, "You must be jokin'"
"There 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 living legend."
She said "Really? I thought he was new!"
Second Chorus:
No, she don't like to play my kind of music
She's never heard of David Allen Coe
But she can't get enough of Whitney Houston
And I'm thinkin', Lord, that's all I need to know
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.....
No, 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 'bout "He Stopped Lovin' Her Today"
Or "Angel Flying Too Close To The Ground"
She told me that she sort of liked the Eagles
But she couldn't name one hit by Johnny Cash
No, she don't like to play my kind of music
So I had to tell that girl to kiss my ass!
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