Even though my kids make fun of me, I still love good old country songs.
However, sometimes the lyrics are just plain stupid. For example, I just heard this one: “Friend, Don’t Take Her, She’s All I Got.”
First off, the request is to this guy’s friend. Who wants to have a friend you need to beg to not steal your girlfriend away? I might be looking for another friend.
Second, if she’s the only good thing this guy’s got, he’s a pretty sick puppy to begin with.
Finally, you can’t blame the lady if she leaves this poor sucker, because who wants to have the responsibility of being around someone who has nothing going for him but you?
No, when I listen to good country song, I want to hear about train whistles, singing whippoorwills, rodeos, trucks, loving mamas and an an occasional bar fight.
Actually, my favorite country song of all time is “He Went to Paris” by Jimmy Buffett.
It might not even qualify as a country song.
This blog has no real value — I just had to get all this country off my chest.
Giddy up