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My Kind of Music - The Hit Co.
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 an early movie
And ol' Kris Kristofferson played the leading role
I said "That's my man," she said, "Who's he?"
I jumped up and said, "Girl, we gotta go"
She don't like to play my kind of music
She's never heard a Waylon Jennings song
And 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
She said, "You can't dance to it
And all the songs are sad"
I cocked my eyebrow and said, "You must be jokin',
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 livin' legend"
And she said, "Really? I thought he was new"
Naw, she don't like to play my kind of music
She's never heard of David Allan 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
Naw, 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 about
"He Stopped Lovin' Her Today"
Or "Angel Flying Too Close to the Ground"
She told me that she sorta likes the Eagles
She couldn't name one hit by Johnny Cash
Naw, she don't like to play my kind of music
So I had to tell that girl to kiss my ass
