<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012578111586021165</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:40:31.624-05:00</updated><category term='classics'/><category term='Jack Ingram'/><category term='Kristy Lee Cook'/><category term='Jason Aldean'/><category term='Alan Jackson'/><category term='I&apos;m such a redneck'/><category term='Josh Turner'/><category term='crushing depression'/><category term='disproportionate responses'/><category term='getting bugged by old people'/><category term='songs about strangers meeting in a bar then having sex'/><category term='tangentially related'/><category term='I like my version better'/><category term='Luke Bryan'/><category term='marrying your sister'/><category term='Toby Keith'/><category term='despoilment'/><category term='hatecomments'/><category term='Jamey Johnson'/><category term='Craig Morgan'/><category term='maybe have someone proofread your song'/><category term='Billy Currington'/><category term='Sugarland'/><category term='stoopid girls'/><category term='strange new technology'/><category term='George Strait'/><category term='Trace Adkins'/><category term='yes I am twelve years old'/><category term='memes'/><category term='cheating'/><category term='songs about emasculation'/><category term='Zac Brown'/><category term='why would you even ask that'/><category term='Rascal Flatts'/><category term='terrible metaphors'/><category term='Taylor Swift'/><category term='Carrie Underwood'/><category term='Keith Urban'/><category term='you actually might want to look into some metaphors'/><category term='wake me up in three minutes'/><category term='Not actually from American Idol'/><category term='James Otto'/><category term='Josh Gracin'/><category term='unnecessary martyrdom'/><category term='everybody look how introspective I am'/><category term='Tim McGraw'/><category term='Brad Paisley'/><category term='Brooks and Dunn'/><category term='selfish inflation of gas prices for the rest of us'/><category term='television'/><category term='unusually petty gripes'/><category term='Jimmy Wayne'/><category term='Lady Antebellum'/><category term='ignoring practical advice'/><category term='best mom ever'/><category term='Nobody gets out alive'/><category term='Wild Country'/><category term='save me Jeebus'/><category term='Kenny Chesney'/><category term='keywords'/><title type='text'>A Country Music Crank</title><subtitle type='html'>Finally, a site on the Internet where somebody complains about things! Specifically, the fact that every country song on the radio today is utter shit.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170022915332546512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiH12hf7ZQY/SVpH7SjMxsI/AAAAAAAAABA/IS81J-1fT-Y/S220/johnny_cash.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012578111586021165.post-216473051413013318</id><published>2009-05-06T11:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T11:50:24.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahem</title><content type='html'>If you're looking for info on poorly spelled country music songs, you should join me at my new site,&lt;a href="http://tenyearstoosoon.blogspot.com/"&gt; right here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012578111586021165-216473051413013318?l=thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/feeds/216473051413013318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012578111586021165&amp;postID=216473051413013318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/216473051413013318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/216473051413013318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2009/05/ahem.html' title='Ahem'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170022915332546512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiH12hf7ZQY/SVpH7SjMxsI/AAAAAAAAABA/IS81J-1fT-Y/S220/johnny_cash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012578111586021165.post-3922593468401180720</id><published>2009-02-24T21:40:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T21:48:19.957-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memes'/><title type='text'>Motivational Posters</title><content type='html'>Since I like to stay on the cutting edge of Internet fashion, enjoy my personal entry into this particular wretched meme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Damn, &lt;a href="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a302/BenSykes/motivator5968175.jpg"&gt;just click the link here&lt;/a&gt;, because apparently I can't figure out how to format my own blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012578111586021165-3922593468401180720?l=thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/feeds/3922593468401180720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012578111586021165&amp;postID=3922593468401180720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/3922593468401180720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/3922593468401180720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2009/02/motivational-posters.html' title='Motivational Posters'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170022915332546512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiH12hf7ZQY/SVpH7SjMxsI/AAAAAAAAABA/IS81J-1fT-Y/S220/johnny_cash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012578111586021165.post-123340710737846877</id><published>2009-02-16T14:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T14:56:43.951-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keywords'/><title type='text'>Keyword mania</title><content type='html'>I don't have thousands of readers. Surprise! I don't have hundreds, or even dozens of readers. Most days, I have "ones" of readers. That's OK though, considering I mainly started this blog as I can't go without outlet for complaining and the people at work were probably getting sick of hearing me piss and moan every time a new song comes on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite my low profile, people still occasionally stumble upon this place via search engines, as criticism of country music on the Internet apparently remains a surprisingly small niche. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, here's a few of the keywords people have used to (presumably) end up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;josh turner asshole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple possibilities here. Firstly, I don't know Josh Turner. He might be a very nice man. I just know a couple of his songs really irritate me and the ones that don't generally put me to sleep. Still, that's not enough for me to indulge in calling him an asshole, I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;If you were looking for anything else, I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; can't help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;taylor swift is ruining country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand any of her songs, but even I think that's going just a bit overboard. Let's curb our national love of buying on credit and our addiction to foreign oil, then we can see about deporting Taylor Swift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;carrie underwood before he cheats protagonist is psycho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah! &lt;a href="http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2008/12/before-he-cheats.html"&gt;I'm not the only one who thinks so!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;alan jackson one hand feel on the steering wheel song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way, did somebody seriously mistake &lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/our-song-lyrics-taylor-swift.html"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/a&gt; for Alan Jackson?? Oh, that would pretty much be the best thing ever. I haven't been able to take Alan Jackson seriously for oh, about seven and a half years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;taylor swift song, idiotic, scarlet letter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly think so. &lt;a href="http://thatnight.net/notes-on-a-song-or-proof-of-my-limited-temper/"&gt;This person&lt;/a&gt; said it much better than I can though. Yup, apparently Taylor Swift is the village bicycle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we're done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012578111586021165-123340710737846877?l=thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/feeds/123340710737846877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012578111586021165&amp;postID=123340710737846877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/123340710737846877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/123340710737846877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2009/02/keyword-mania.html' title='Keyword mania'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170022915332546512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiH12hf7ZQY/SVpH7SjMxsI/AAAAAAAAABA/IS81J-1fT-Y/S220/johnny_cash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012578111586021165.post-5412017123503296093</id><published>2009-02-16T14:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T14:22:50.119-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Antebellum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wild Country'/><title type='text'>Lookin' For A Good Time, Redux</title><content type='html'>I already hit on this one before, but something odd struck me the other day. Since the song is pretty much a straight-up prelude to random sex, it makes sense that it includes the following lines-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I sure love this conversation&lt;br /&gt;The band is good, the music's loud&lt;br /&gt;But would you get the wrong impression&lt;br /&gt;If I called us a cab right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I noticed something. Listening to the song on 98.9 FM &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wild Country&lt;/span&gt;, that verse gets changed &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;just a little bit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;But would you get the wrong impression&lt;br /&gt;If I asked you to dance right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the idea of two strangers meeting in bar and running off to hump becomes just a bit too salacious for ahem,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; "Wild Country"&lt;/span&gt; if you make mention of how said strangers intend to get home. I mean, I could see it if the line in question was instead "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Would you get the wrong impression/ if I did a few Jag Bombs and a line of blow, then drove us home&lt;/span&gt;". But come on! They're being responsible. About that part of things at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012578111586021165-5412017123503296093?l=thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/feeds/5412017123503296093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012578111586021165&amp;postID=5412017123503296093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/5412017123503296093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/5412017123503296093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2009/02/lookin-for-good-time-redux.html' title='Lookin&apos; For A Good Time, Redux'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170022915332546512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiH12hf7ZQY/SVpH7SjMxsI/AAAAAAAAABA/IS81J-1fT-Y/S220/johnny_cash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012578111586021165.post-6654468499285967612</id><published>2009-02-09T12:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T09:02:46.979-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hatecomments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kristy Lee Cook'/><title type='text'>Responding to the critics...or critic</title><content type='html'>This blog has received it's first hatemail! Or, hatecomment...or whatever you would call it. The point is, I'm finally doing some good, getting some attention, really rattling some cages down in Nashville. Or at least, rural Oregon in this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my entry on Kristy Lee Cook's execrable &lt;a href="http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2008/11/15-minutes-of-shame.html"&gt;15 Minutes of Shame&lt;/a&gt;, I received this note from 'Larry' (Possibly Sony Music Nashville Vice President Larry Jacobs? I think maybe so!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;this song did make to top 40 charts, qndf is a great song.. I liked others on the album better, but whoever wrote this blog has no cloue about talent or music. Go back to sweeping floors. I am so sick of nobody's who have nothing good to say about anyone. Get a life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I will admit a certain confusion as to why someone would defend &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; song, as opposed to one of the other couple dozen I've mentioned thus far, some of which are legitimately popular, and the products of actual musicians. I mean, I really was under the impression that this song was some sort of exercise in mutual obligation between Arista Nashville and popular culture? Anyway, let me break down this complaint a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;this song did make to top 40 charts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ice, Ice Baby&lt;/span&gt; was one of the biggest hits of the 90's, but we still all pretend we never liked it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;qndf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, fell on my keyboard there for a second."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I liked others on the album better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't doubt there were 'better' songs on the album. That wouldn't be a particularly high hurdle to clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;but whoever wrote this blog has no cloue about talent or music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? You can listen to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;15 Minutes of Shame&lt;/span&gt; and think "Yeah! This really does comes close to being in the neighborhood of the best music Nashville can and does put out!" Really? You're cool with someone this useless having a major career in country music? We really don't deserve any better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Go back to sweeping floors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweeping floors is not only a vital part of the economy, keeping our nations walkways orderly and debris-free, but it affords me ample opportunity to listen to country music. So thank you, I will go back to sweeping floors now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I am so sick of nobody's who have nothing good to say about anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I do believe I said &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Waiting on a Woman&lt;/span&gt; was "fine, whatever". Also, welcome to the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Get a life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh, I have a life, it's called listening to this shit while I sweep floors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012578111586021165-6654468499285967612?l=thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/feeds/6654468499285967612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012578111586021165&amp;postID=6654468499285967612' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/6654468499285967612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/6654468499285967612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2009/02/responding-to-criticsor-critic.html' title='Responding to the critics...or critic'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170022915332546512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiH12hf7ZQY/SVpH7SjMxsI/AAAAAAAAABA/IS81J-1fT-Y/S220/johnny_cash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012578111586021165.post-8207582020723310328</id><published>2009-02-09T12:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:22:25.875-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best mom ever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason Aldean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfish inflation of gas prices for the rest of us'/><title type='text'>She's Country</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She's a hot little number in her pick-up truck&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's sweet money done jacked it up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's amazing. Sixteen words into the song, and I already virulently hate the protagonist. Still, I'm not entirely sold on her representing the worst aspects of this country, maybe if we mentioned something about her being a drunken slut with no moral compass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A hell raisin sugar when the sun goes down &lt;br /&gt;mama taught her how to rip up the town &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close enough. OK, now how about a verse where she denies voting rights to minorities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No? Alright, maybe next album. Till then, why not just throw out some random made up phrases to connect a couple of verses without losing your beat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;crazy mother trucker&lt;br /&gt;undercover lover &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012578111586021165-8207582020723310328?l=thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/feeds/8207582020723310328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012578111586021165&amp;postID=8207582020723310328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/8207582020723310328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/8207582020723310328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2009/02/shes-country.html' title='She&apos;s Country'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170022915332546512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiH12hf7ZQY/SVpH7SjMxsI/AAAAAAAAABA/IS81J-1fT-Y/S220/johnny_cash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012578111586021165.post-5061724396498430193</id><published>2009-02-09T12:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:10:57.985-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yes I am twelve years old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenny Chesney'/><title type='text'>She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She wants a little farm and a yard full of kids&lt;br /&gt;And one more teeny weeny ride before I take her home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee, I've got a teeny weeny ride for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, wait&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012578111586021165-5061724396498430193?l=thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/feeds/5061724396498430193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012578111586021165&amp;postID=5061724396498430193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/5061724396498430193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/5061724396498430193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2009/02/she-thinks-my-tractors-sexy.html' title='She Thinks My Tractor&apos;s Sexy'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170022915332546512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiH12hf7ZQY/SVpH7SjMxsI/AAAAAAAAABA/IS81J-1fT-Y/S220/johnny_cash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012578111586021165.post-8942445879397036534</id><published>2009-02-01T15:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T15:53:52.210-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nobody gets out alive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Strait'/><title type='text'>River of Love</title><content type='html'>Hey, remember when George Strait was an interesting artist? Or am I just imagining that part of country music history?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Drift away from all these city lights,&lt;br /&gt;might rock a little bit,&lt;br /&gt;so hold on tight.&lt;br /&gt;Let's get carried away with the gentle flow.&lt;br /&gt;Might get caught up in its undertow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, perhaps I am confessing my ignorance of a certain subject, in this case boating, but isn't 'getting caught in the undertow' typically considered a bad thing? Like, isn't that term usually associated with news stories like "2 Drown at Beach Beer Blast" and "Getting Drunk and Swimming: The Silent Killer of Sexy Teens"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe that was George's whole point? That he's trying to lure this unnamed lass into a moonlight boat ride for the express purpose of murdering her for the insurance money??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I've got the paddle,&lt;br /&gt;I've got the boat.&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby, I know she'll float.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A paddle to crack her skull open with before dumping her body unseen in a secluded lagoon?? George Strait, I'm shocked and kind of impressed. I actually sort of want to listen to your music now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012578111586021165-8942445879397036534?l=thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/feeds/8942445879397036534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012578111586021165&amp;postID=8942445879397036534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/8942445879397036534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/8942445879397036534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2009/02/river-of-love.html' title='River of Love'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170022915332546512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiH12hf7ZQY/SVpH7SjMxsI/AAAAAAAAABA/IS81J-1fT-Y/S220/johnny_cash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012578111586021165.post-738996516872016661</id><published>2009-02-01T15:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T15:38:38.653-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh Turner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wake me up in three minutes'/><title type='text'>Everything is Fine</title><content type='html'>The most disappointing song on the radio today, bar none. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I got a home down on the river&lt;br /&gt;I’m married to the woman of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Got a good truck that gets me down the highway&lt;br /&gt;Everything is perfect or so it seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single time I hear the opening to this one, my ears instinctively perk up at the qualifier of "or so it seems". "Wow!", I think for a split second. Is this going to turn out to be a dark tale of drug abuse, sexual deviancy and general rural despair? Is Josh Turner secretly running a human trafficking ring out of his trailer? Does he owe his first born child to the local crime boss in order to pay off a meth-fueled gambling debt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, no. Everything really is just fine in his life. They're going to have a fish fry. As it seems, everything is indeed perfect, and wildly uninteresting. I don't know why anybody needs to write a song about how unremarkable their life is, but thanks for getting my hopes up and immediately dashing them Josh Turner. You asshole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012578111586021165-738996516872016661?l=thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/feeds/738996516872016661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012578111586021165&amp;postID=738996516872016661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/738996516872016661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/738996516872016661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2009/02/everything-is-fine.html' title='Everything is Fine'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170022915332546512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiH12hf7ZQY/SVpH7SjMxsI/AAAAAAAAABA/IS81J-1fT-Y/S220/johnny_cash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012578111586021165.post-4011148360644040342</id><published>2009-01-27T13:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T13:34:17.099-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ignoring practical advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh Gracin'/><title type='text'>We Weren't Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We headed out to California&lt;br /&gt;everybody tried to warn us&lt;br /&gt;said we wouldn’t make it any further&lt;br /&gt;than that worn out Chevy would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole song has something of an 'in your face', 'we were right after all' attitude, but I'm not so sure it's warranted. I mean, your friends tried to warn you of the dangers of driving long distances in a run down vehicle? Isn't that kind of what friends are for? Why throw it back in their face? "Ha, we didn't crash and die on a deserted stretch of highway in Utah when our spark plugs or something exploded. Screw you people who were concerned about us!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, Josh Gracin never actually says if they did in fact make it out to California after all. They &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; break down "a time or two", so maybe they just got as far as Kansas as said, screw it, auto maintenance is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggested alternate lyrics, to reinforce the song's theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Headin' out to the West Coast&lt;br /&gt;Everybody tried to give us advice&lt;br /&gt;Said make sure there's air in your tires&lt;br /&gt;But we sure showed 'em&lt;br /&gt;Drove all the way on just the rims&lt;br /&gt;We weren't crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012578111586021165-4011148360644040342?l=thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/feeds/4011148360644040342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012578111586021165&amp;postID=4011148360644040342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/4011148360644040342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/4011148360644040342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-werent-crazy.html' title='We Weren&apos;t Crazy'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170022915332546512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiH12hf7ZQY/SVpH7SjMxsI/AAAAAAAAABA/IS81J-1fT-Y/S220/johnny_cash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012578111586021165.post-2379464787383588174</id><published>2009-01-27T13:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T13:22:06.144-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tim McGraw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unnecessary martyrdom'/><title type='text'>Nothin' to Die For</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You'd give your last breath to your wife&lt;br /&gt;Take a bullet for your kids&lt;br /&gt;Lay your life down for your country for your Jesus for your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly up on my Christianity these days, but is Jesus currently demanding blood sacrifice? Obviously there are still parts of the world where being a Christian can get you killed, but I question just how much Tim McGraw penetration there is in Indonesia, so the relevancy of this line is unclear at best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lay your life down for your country, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;for me&lt;/span&gt; and all your friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ho ho, thought you could slip that one by us, didn't you Tim? You come up with a plausible scenario in which I will lay my life down for you, then we'll talk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012578111586021165-2379464787383588174?l=thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/feeds/2379464787383588174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012578111586021165&amp;postID=2379464787383588174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/2379464787383588174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/2379464787383588174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2009/01/nothin-to-die-for.html' title='Nothin&apos; to Die For'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170022915332546512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiH12hf7ZQY/SVpH7SjMxsI/AAAAAAAAABA/IS81J-1fT-Y/S220/johnny_cash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012578111586021165.post-772970067370384633</id><published>2009-01-21T16:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T16:24:25.033-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toby Keith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disproportionate responses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classics'/><title type='text'>How Do You Like Me Now?</title><content type='html'>Toby Keith takes a lot of heat for some of his stuff, like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue&lt;/span&gt; (A song I like!) But long before any of that controversy, he was already proving he was pretty much a terrible, terrible person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Yeah I was always a crazy one, broke into the stadium&lt;br /&gt;And I wrote your number on the fifty yard line&lt;br /&gt;And you were always a perfect one and valedictorian&lt;br /&gt;So under your number I wrote call for a good time&lt;br /&gt;I only wanted to get your attention&lt;br /&gt;But you overlooked me somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Uh, yeah. I wonder how she 'overlooked' you after that? Possibly because, and I can only hope this is true, you were suspended from school for a month after that? I mean, I would just guess that Toby Keith is being playful and campy here, if not for the next part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then you married into money girl, ain't it a cruel and funny world&lt;br /&gt;He took your dreams, and he tore them apart&lt;br /&gt;He never comes home and you're always alone&lt;br /&gt;And your kids hear you cry down the hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dude, WTF. Forget anything he's said or done since 9/11, how is &lt;span&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; not the most jerk-ass thing anyone has ever said ever, in the history of everything? "Hey, your kids listen to your cry at night, but I'm on the radio! How do ya like that shit, bitch?" Uncool Toby Keith, uncool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I could ever stay mad at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://newbabynews.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt; for reminding me of this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012578111586021165-772970067370384633?l=thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/feeds/772970067370384633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012578111586021165&amp;postID=772970067370384633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/772970067370384633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/772970067370384633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-do-you-like-me-now.html' title='How Do You Like Me Now?'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170022915332546512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiH12hf7ZQY/SVpH7SjMxsI/AAAAAAAAABA/IS81J-1fT-Y/S220/johnny_cash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012578111586021165.post-8361887439354548148</id><published>2009-01-21T15:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T16:13:00.385-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tangentially related'/><title type='text'>Lie To Me</title><content type='html'>No, not a song, it's a new FOX show that I think debuts tonight. Look, I've seen ads for it during &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American Idol&lt;/span&gt;, a show that's produced Carrie Underwood, Kellie Pickler, Bucky Covington and lot's of other people I need to write more about. At least, I think it is, since I totally don't watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American Idol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you haven't seen the ads, the show looks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terrible&lt;/span&gt;, apparently combining the worst elements of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; House&lt;/span&gt;. In it, a quirky British actor and his team of sexy teens, who are probably talented but troubled, try to tell if people are lying or not based on which comical facial gestures they're making. Example: Tim Roth watches a senator being interviewed over some sex scandal or something, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: Have you ever been to a club called Centurion?&lt;br /&gt;Senator: I'm not going to dignify that with a response. *looks absolutely guilty as hell, buries face in hand*&lt;br /&gt;Tim Roth: He's lying!&lt;br /&gt;Me: No way! How could you possibly tell???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judging from other previews though, the show may be good for laughs.&lt;br /&gt;Tim Roth: I have to stop this!&lt;br /&gt;Some woman: *crying* You can't!&lt;br /&gt;Tim Roth: *bangs fist on desk*&lt;br /&gt;Me: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on the FOX TV shows front, just a hint for the makers of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bones&lt;/span&gt;, who I assume read this blog. If you have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; in the show &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;constantly&lt;/span&gt; referring to the sexual tension between the two main characters, it isn't sexual tension. It's just sex that's not happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012578111586021165-8361887439354548148?l=thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/feeds/8361887439354548148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012578111586021165&amp;postID=8361887439354548148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/8361887439354548148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/8361887439354548148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2009/01/lie-to-me.html' title='Lie To Me'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170022915332546512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiH12hf7ZQY/SVpH7SjMxsI/AAAAAAAAABA/IS81J-1fT-Y/S220/johnny_cash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012578111586021165.post-2707773292929137024</id><published>2009-01-19T16:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:26:34.739-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting bugged by old people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenny Chesney'/><title type='text'>The Good Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Well me and my lady had our first big fight&lt;br /&gt;So I drove around until I saw the neon lights&lt;br /&gt;Of a corner bar.&lt;br /&gt;It just seemed right, so I pulled up.&lt;br /&gt;Not a soul around but the old barkeep&lt;br /&gt;Down at the end lookin' half asleep.&lt;br /&gt;And he walked up and said, "What'll it be?"&lt;br /&gt;I said, "The good stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't reach around for the whiskey;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't pour me a beer.&lt;br /&gt;His blue eyes kinda went misty,&lt;br /&gt;He said, "You can't find that here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm, OK. Really I could just use a beer and...what the hell man? Are you crying? I just wanted to get drunk! What kind of a bar is this???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He grabbed a carton of milk and poured a glass&lt;br /&gt;And I smiled and said, "I'll have some of that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine, I'll drink milk with you if you stop crying!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I saw a black and white picture and HE caught my stare.&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty girl with bouffant hair.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "That's my Bonnie,&lt;br /&gt;Taken 'bout a year after we were wed."&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Spent five years in the bottle,&lt;br /&gt;When the cancer took her from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like any good country song, this one rigidly conforms to Country Music's NDBDC Fundamentals (Never Dont Be Dying of Cancer). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He said, "When you get home, she'll start to cry.&lt;br /&gt;When she says 'I'm sorry' say 'So am I'&lt;br /&gt;And look into those eyes so deep in love,&lt;br /&gt;And drink it up.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause that's the good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;That's the good stuff."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That and heroin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, how the hell do you know she's going to say she's sorry? Kenny Chesney is the one who stormed out of the house to go get drunk. I guess we just have to hope she also learned an ironic, but touching lesson about love at the same time. Like her big Samoan boyfriend came over and told her that "The &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; big cock is the rooster that crows every morning when you wake up next to the one you truly love. Or something."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012578111586021165-2707773292929137024?l=thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/feeds/2707773292929137024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012578111586021165&amp;postID=2707773292929137024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/2707773292929137024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/2707773292929137024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-stuff.html' title='The Good Stuff'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170022915332546512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiH12hf7ZQY/SVpH7SjMxsI/AAAAAAAAABA/IS81J-1fT-Y/S220/johnny_cash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012578111586021165.post-8904683597592051425</id><published>2009-01-19T15:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:03:58.730-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange new technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamey Johnson'/><title type='text'>In Color</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I said, Grandpa what’s this picture here&lt;br /&gt;It’s all black and white and ain’t real clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's this picture here? It's all black and white."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This picture...it's all black and white."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All black and white."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the bar isn't always set very high in this genre, and not to be needlessly crude, but how big of a fucking redneck do you have to be to actually say something like that? Come on! It's a black and white photograph! If you're that much of a hick, shouldn't you be more confused by a magic picture makin' machine that done what makes impressions in color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, this stune does have a pretty low body count for a country song. Although I think we're supposed to believe tailgunner Ol' Johnny McGee (Who was a high school teacher from New Orleans) didn't make it back from the Big War. Frankly, I'm stunned there weren't any black and white photos of loved ones dying of cancer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012578111586021165-8904683597592051425?l=thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/feeds/8904683597592051425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012578111586021165&amp;postID=8904683597592051425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/8904683597592051425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/8904683597592051425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-color.html' title='In Color'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170022915332546512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiH12hf7ZQY/SVpH7SjMxsI/AAAAAAAAABA/IS81J-1fT-Y/S220/johnny_cash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012578111586021165.post-3335372419306271274</id><published>2009-01-17T13:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:42:13.981-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m such a redneck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luke Bryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfish inflation of gas prices for the rest of us'/><title type='text'>We Rode In Trucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Down where I born it was heaven on earth.&lt;br /&gt;The Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt.&lt;br /&gt;The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright.&lt;br /&gt;We raised cotton, corn, a little cane, and kids.&lt;br /&gt;You either lived on a farm or wish you did.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus always walked close by our side.&lt;br /&gt;Where I grew up, we rode in trucks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so on and so forth. The song, and accompanying video, testify to the awesomeness of growing up poor, rural and white, while driving around in enormous pickup trucks they have no practical reason for. "So Mr. 16 Year Old High School Junior, why exactly do you drive such &lt;a href="http://images.4wheeloffroad.com/roadtests/131_0703_03_z+2008_ford_f450_super_duty+front_passenger_side_view.jpg"&gt;a gargantuan vehicle&lt;/a&gt;? To drive the two miles to school and back? And drink beer out the back of on Friday nights? And to needlessly drive up the price of gas for the rest of us? Oh, OK, just wondering." Perhaps the chorus should instead say "&lt;em&gt;Where I grew up/we helped fuck up the economy&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, why the heck does Luke Bryan sound so super serious, even mournful, as reminisces about his past of getting 3 miles to the gallon (city)? Because good news Mr. Bryan, you can still ride in trucks today! Even in the likely event you've lost your license to a DUI, you can still &lt;em&gt;ride in trucks&lt;/em&gt;. Unless maybe now you live somewhere that requires you to take the bus everywhere, in which case, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I suppose his fondness for the now apparently unattainble act of riding in a truck is not surprising, given some of the other tracks from his album, including &lt;em&gt;We Ate Cereal&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Remember When (You Could Watch Television)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012578111586021165-3335372419306271274?l=thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/feeds/3335372419306271274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012578111586021165&amp;postID=3335372419306271274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/3335372419306271274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/3335372419306271274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-rode-in-trucks.html' title='We Rode In Trucks'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170022915332546512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiH12hf7ZQY/SVpH7SjMxsI/AAAAAAAAABA/IS81J-1fT-Y/S220/johnny_cash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012578111586021165.post-3496880332164542284</id><published>2009-01-17T13:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T13:06:17.221-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I like my version better'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sugarland'/><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>Important news, regarding the intepretation of &lt;a href="http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-girl.html"&gt;the lyrics to Baby Girl&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked a woman at work who listens to even more country music than me about the meaning of that particular line. She immediately folded her hands into a steeple and said simply "Praying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying! That never even &lt;em&gt;occured&lt;/em&gt; to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012578111586021165-3496880332164542284?l=thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/feeds/3496880332164542284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012578111586021165&amp;postID=3496880332164542284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/3496880332164542284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/3496880332164542284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2009/01/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170022915332546512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiH12hf7ZQY/SVpH7SjMxsI/AAAAAAAAABA/IS81J-1fT-Y/S220/johnny_cash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012578111586021165.post-2686292108554421618</id><published>2009-01-14T16:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T16:23:15.904-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs about emasculation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jimmy Wayne'/><title type='text'>Do You Believe Me Now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Do you remember&lt;br /&gt;the day I turned to you and said&lt;br /&gt;I didn't like the way he was lookin' at you?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;How he made you laugh&lt;br /&gt;you just couldn't get what I was sayin'&lt;br /&gt;it was my imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do you believe me now?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I really wasn't that crazy&lt;br /&gt;and I knew what I was talkin' about&lt;br /&gt;Everytime the sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;he's the one that's holdin' you baby&lt;br /&gt;yeah me I'm missin' you way 'cross town&lt;br /&gt;so do you believe me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah it goes on like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does she believe you now? Given that she is, by your own admission, now way across town getting boinked by this mysterious stranger, yeah I'm betting she does. What the hell is this guy's problem anyway? "Gee honey, I really don't like the way that guy is hitting on you." No wonder she broke up with you, you pussy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012578111586021165-2686292108554421618?l=thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/feeds/2686292108554421618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012578111586021165&amp;postID=2686292108554421618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/2686292108554421618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/2686292108554421618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-you-believe-me-now.html' title='Do You Believe Me Now?'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170022915332546512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiH12hf7ZQY/SVpH7SjMxsI/AAAAAAAAABA/IS81J-1fT-Y/S220/johnny_cash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012578111586021165.post-3438127118407513086</id><published>2009-01-14T16:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T16:18:11.229-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best mom ever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sugarland'/><title type='text'>Baby Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Black top, blue sky, big town full of little white lies.&lt;br /&gt;Well, everybody’s your friend: you can never be sure.&lt;br /&gt;They'll promise fancy cars and diamond rings, all sorts of shiny things,&lt;br /&gt;But, girl, you’ll remember what your knees are for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hearing this song for a couple years now, and every time I just can't help but interpret that last line as a mother counseling her daughter that the way to get ahead in Nashville is to give lots of blow jobs. Which: Possibly true, but possibly also not great parenting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012578111586021165-3438127118407513086?l=thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/feeds/3438127118407513086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012578111586021165&amp;postID=3438127118407513086' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/3438127118407513086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/3438127118407513086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-girl.html' title='Baby Girl'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170022915332546512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiH12hf7ZQY/SVpH7SjMxsI/AAAAAAAAABA/IS81J-1fT-Y/S220/johnny_cash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012578111586021165.post-556921284633025083</id><published>2009-01-12T12:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:35:02.923-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everybody look how introspective I am'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Strait'/><title type='text'>I Saw God Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I just walked down the street to the coffee shop&lt;br /&gt;had to take a break &lt;br /&gt;I'd been by her side for eighteen hours straight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt those 18 hours of childbirthing have been rough on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw a couple walking by they were holding hands&lt;br /&gt;Man, she had that glow&lt;br /&gt;yeah I couldn't help but notice she was starting to show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she's just getting fat, you insensitive bastard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012578111586021165-556921284633025083?l=thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/feeds/556921284633025083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012578111586021165&amp;postID=556921284633025083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/556921284633025083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/556921284633025083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-saw-god-today.html' title='I Saw God Today'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170022915332546512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiH12hf7ZQY/SVpH7SjMxsI/AAAAAAAAABA/IS81J-1fT-Y/S220/johnny_cash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012578111586021165.post-8420711194940002357</id><published>2009-01-12T12:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:23:37.414-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rascal Flatts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you actually might want to look into some metaphors'/><title type='text'>Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;There's a place I've been lookin' for&lt;br /&gt;That took me in and out of buildings&lt;br /&gt;Behind windows, walls and doors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes I drove to those buildings&lt;br /&gt;And other times I walked there with my feet&lt;br /&gt;And once I took a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;Once there I examined those places&lt;br /&gt;With my eyes and ears&lt;br /&gt;And my tactile senses"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, why the hell is Rascal Flatts so incapable of just doing normal songs? Every damn time I listen to one of their songs, I feel like Gary LeVox is sitting there next to me, poking me in the ribs, saying "Hey! You like this song? Wouldn't it sound great at your wedding/funeral/graduation/bar mitzvah?" Yeah Rascal Flatts, we get it, you want to be there at every important moment of our lives. I wonder if they have a touching ballad about a nervous 16 year old clumsily losing his virginity to his drunken prom date in the back seat of his older brothers Camaro?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012578111586021165-8420711194940002357?l=thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/feeds/8420711194940002357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012578111586021165&amp;postID=8420711194940002357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/8420711194940002357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/8420711194940002357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2009/01/here.html' title='Here'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170022915332546512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiH12hf7ZQY/SVpH7SjMxsI/AAAAAAAAABA/IS81J-1fT-Y/S220/johnny_cash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012578111586021165.post-1988881155753451507</id><published>2009-01-10T18:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T08:58:34.908-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keith Urban'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad Paisley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unusually petty gripes'/><title type='text'>Start A Band</title><content type='html'>The song is fine, whatever. What I hate is the way it is invariably hyped by radio deejays. "Coming up next, a joint effort from Brad Paisley and Keith Urban!" And they kind of raise their voice at the end, as if to create an air of mystery about what this amazing team-up could possibly be. Because I don't think there is anyone the least bit cognizant of country music who can't guess what's coming next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's that?? Brad Paisley? AND Keith Urban??? Together? My God, what kind of musical masterstroke could this modern day Johnny Cash and Waylon Jennings produce together? Some kind of unparalleled work of.....oh wait, it's Start A Band."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little amused however by Paisley singing that he did indeed 'Start A Band' in part because it would take too long to get a law degree. Right, because initial concerns over the amount of time required in graduating from law school is what kept &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Brad Freakin' Paisley &lt;/span&gt;from obtaining a law degree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012578111586021165-1988881155753451507?l=thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/feeds/1988881155753451507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012578111586021165&amp;postID=1988881155753451507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/1988881155753451507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/1988881155753451507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2009/01/start-band.html' title='Start A Band'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170022915332546512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiH12hf7ZQY/SVpH7SjMxsI/AAAAAAAAABA/IS81J-1fT-Y/S220/johnny_cash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012578111586021165.post-3316662005697738053</id><published>2009-01-10T17:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T18:14:08.535-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sugarland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why would you even ask that'/><title type='text'>All I Want To Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Give me a kiss &lt;br /&gt;from that Elvis lip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012578111586021165-3316662005697738053?l=thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/feeds/3316662005697738053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012578111586021165&amp;postID=3316662005697738053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/3316662005697738053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/3316662005697738053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-i-want-to-do.html' title='All I Want To Do'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170022915332546512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiH12hf7ZQY/SVpH7SjMxsI/AAAAAAAAABA/IS81J-1fT-Y/S220/johnny_cash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012578111586021165.post-3751118042272007332</id><published>2009-01-09T18:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T18:21:21.077-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maybe have someone proofread your song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not actually from American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Swift'/><title type='text'>Our Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I was riding shotgun with my hair undone&lt;br /&gt;In the front seat of his car&lt;br /&gt;He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The other on my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAYLOR SWIFT YOU HUSSY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our song is the slamming screen door&lt;br /&gt;Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window&lt;br /&gt;When we're on the phone and you talk real slow&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's late and your mama don't know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I had to check fiver different lyrics sites to confirm what I thought I heard, and I really have to ask- If you are trying to avoid detection on the phone, why THE FUCK would that cause you to talk real slow? Seeing as how talking real slow will only require you to spend more time on the phone than necessary, it will in fact exponentially increase the odds of detection by mama. Plus, whoever you're talking to will think you're an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taylor Swift's man-bimbo: "Soooooooo, honeeeeeeeey, doooo yoooou waaaant tooo seeee a moooooooooooooooooooovie?"&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Swift: "What the fuck, why are you talking like that? Moron."&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Swift's man-bimbo: "Ohhhhhh nooooooo! Mamaaaaaaaa!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Italics aside, the above exchange does not actually occur within in the song, and is purely hypothetical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real kicker to all of it is that if you just removed the damned 's' from 'slow', the line &lt;em&gt;makes perfect sense&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012578111586021165-3751118042272007332?l=thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/feeds/3751118042272007332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012578111586021165&amp;postID=3751118042272007332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/3751118042272007332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/3751118042272007332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-song.html' title='Our Song'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170022915332546512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiH12hf7ZQY/SVpH7SjMxsI/AAAAAAAAABA/IS81J-1fT-Y/S220/johnny_cash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012578111586021165.post-4949151248750686119</id><published>2009-01-09T17:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T18:05:44.600-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Antebellum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs about strangers meeting in a bar then having sex'/><title type='text'>Lookin' For A Good Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Put in a long hard week doing this 9 to 5&lt;br /&gt;And you’re just the girl to get that off my mind&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn’t ‘ve worn that dress&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn’t dance like that&lt;br /&gt;You got this little heart of mine in overdrive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, calm down guy from Lady Antebellum who's name I could not possibly be bothered to look up. Just chill out, take a sip of your Zima and I'm sure that little heart of yours will be just fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012578111586021165-4949151248750686119?l=thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/feeds/4949151248750686119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012578111586021165&amp;postID=4949151248750686119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/4949151248750686119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/4949151248750686119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2009/01/lookin-for-good-time.html' title='Lookin&apos; For A Good Time'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170022915332546512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiH12hf7ZQY/SVpH7SjMxsI/AAAAAAAAABA/IS81J-1fT-Y/S220/johnny_cash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012578111586021165.post-5955044424500011438</id><published>2009-01-07T16:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:19:19.482-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zac Brown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m such a redneck'/><title type='text'>Chicken Fried</title><content type='html'>If you've been near a radio playing country music in the last hour, you've probably heard this four times. One of those songs that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; be tolerable if you only heard it once a month. But thanks to sheer, overwhelming repetition, I have come to not only hate it more than any other song, but the final part has actually caused me to hate America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I thank God for my life&lt;br /&gt;And for the stars and stripes&lt;br /&gt;May freedom forever fly, let it ring.&lt;br /&gt;Salute the ones who died&lt;br /&gt;The ones that give their lives so we don`t have to sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;All the things we love&lt;br /&gt;Like our chicken fried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been curious: What threat does Zac Brown perceive to this country that might cause him to sacrifice his chicken fried? Takeover by &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ultra&lt;/span&gt; radical Muslim extremists who will ban not just pork but poultry? If that's the price I have to pay to never hear this song again, so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, maybe Zac Brown will get sent to prison for enjoying 'the touch of a precious child' a little too much, and the same thing will be accomplished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012578111586021165-5955044424500011438?l=thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/feeds/5955044424500011438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012578111586021165&amp;postID=5955044424500011438' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/5955044424500011438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/5955044424500011438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2009/01/chicken-fried.html' title='Chicken Fried'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170022915332546512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiH12hf7ZQY/SVpH7SjMxsI/AAAAAAAAABA/IS81J-1fT-Y/S220/johnny_cash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012578111586021165.post-8975544892626887728</id><published>2009-01-07T16:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:06:14.126-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despoilment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Otto'/><title type='text'>Just Got Started Lovin' You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What's the point in fightin' what we're feelin'&lt;br /&gt;We both know we'll never win&lt;br /&gt;Ain't this what we're missin'&lt;br /&gt;Let's just stop all this resistin' and give in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sense in resisting James Otto, ladies. When he wants to love you, best just lay back and get it over with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012578111586021165-8975544892626887728?l=thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/feeds/8975544892626887728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012578111586021165&amp;postID=8975544892626887728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/8975544892626887728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/8975544892626887728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-got-started-lovin-you.html' title='Just Got Started Lovin&apos; You'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170022915332546512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiH12hf7ZQY/SVpH7SjMxsI/AAAAAAAAABA/IS81J-1fT-Y/S220/johnny_cash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012578111586021165.post-1309075789708463860</id><published>2008-12-23T15:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T18:07:07.531-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not actually from American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terrible metaphors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Swift'/><title type='text'>Love Story</title><content type='html'>What is, I believe, the biggest hit from America's currently most unavoidable country music wrecker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were both young &lt;br /&gt;When I first saw you&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And the flashback starts&lt;br /&gt;I’m standing there&lt;br /&gt;On a balcony in summer air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing songwriting! I feel like I'm right there, on a balcony in summer air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Cause you were Romeo, &lt;br /&gt;I was a scarlet letter&lt;br /&gt;And my daddy said stay away from Juliet&lt;br /&gt;But you were everything to me&lt;br /&gt;I was begging you please don’t go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does Taylor Swift know what a scarlet letter is? Because aside from making no sense in that context, she randomly mixes in a single reference to another piece of classical literature with her Romeo and Juleit theme. It's like doing a production of MacBeth wherein every character stops for 5 minutes to kill a giant whale. OK&lt; crappy analogy, but I'm still a better writer than Taylor Swift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, ah, oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh, ah, ah, oh &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easily the most well written part of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly? The most tolerable of the 16 Taylor Swift songs currently on the radio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012578111586021165-1309075789708463860?l=thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/feeds/1309075789708463860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012578111586021165&amp;postID=1309075789708463860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/1309075789708463860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/1309075789708463860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-story.html' title='Love Story'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170022915332546512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiH12hf7ZQY/SVpH7SjMxsI/AAAAAAAAABA/IS81J-1fT-Y/S220/johnny_cash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012578111586021165.post-5376073180118202119</id><published>2008-12-23T15:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T15:51:22.294-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stoopid girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack Ingram'/><title type='text'>That's A Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Saw a story on the local news last night&lt;br /&gt;About one more struggling single mother&lt;br /&gt;She was talking about how hard it is getting by&lt;br /&gt;With no help, no money, no nothing from the baby's father&lt;br /&gt;Made me think about this guy I know with a wife and a child&lt;br /&gt;Who's working two jobs just to get by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I heard about this woman who was having a tough time, and it made me think of this man who was having a tough time. What? This song isn't called 'That's A Woman'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012578111586021165-5376073180118202119?l=thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/feeds/5376073180118202119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012578111586021165&amp;postID=5376073180118202119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/5376073180118202119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/5376073180118202119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2008/12/thats-man.html' title='That&apos;s A Man'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170022915332546512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiH12hf7ZQY/SVpH7SjMxsI/AAAAAAAAABA/IS81J-1fT-Y/S220/johnny_cash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012578111586021165.post-3747265515552869515</id><published>2008-12-16T14:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T18:08:36.038-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nobody gets out alive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Billy Currington'/><title type='text'>Good Directions</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I was sittin' there sellin' turnips on a flatbed truck&lt;br /&gt;Crunchin' on a pork rind when she pulled up&lt;br /&gt;She had to be thinkin' "This is where the rednecks come from"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is where rednecks come from" implies that said rednecks go anywhere Miss Hollywood would otherwise see them. I imagine most of the narrators neighbors are born, live and die of congestive heart failure at the age of 43 all within the same zip code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I knew my old Ford couldn't run her down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She probably didn't like me anyhow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I watched her disappear in a cloud of dust.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing the narrator has a lot of experience in 'running down' out of town women in his pickup, so I'll take his word on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She went way up yonder past the caution light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't know why, but somethin' felt right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When she stopped in and asked Miss Bell for some of her sweet tea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mama gave her a big 'ol glass and sent her right back here to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew Mama would giver her a big glass of sweet tea laced with barbiturates...and send her right back here to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank God for good directions...and turnip greens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mah skinnin' knife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012578111586021165-3747265515552869515?l=thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/feeds/3747265515552869515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012578111586021165&amp;postID=3747265515552869515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/3747265515552869515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/3747265515552869515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-directions.html' title='Good Directions'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170022915332546512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiH12hf7ZQY/SVpH7SjMxsI/AAAAAAAAABA/IS81J-1fT-Y/S220/johnny_cash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012578111586021165.post-7412776888481804892</id><published>2008-12-03T16:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T16:04:54.903-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting bugged by old people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad Paisley'/><title type='text'>Waiting On a Woman</title><content type='html'>OK, but if I were singing this song, the opening would probably go thusly-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sittin' on a bench at West Town Mall&lt;br /&gt;He sat down in his overalls and asked me&lt;br /&gt;''You waitin' on a woman?''&lt;br /&gt;I nodded yeah &lt;br /&gt;And then I moved to another bench where random old guys weren't talking to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll unleash it as soon as the Misanthropic Country sub-genre takes off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012578111586021165-7412776888481804892?l=thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/feeds/7412776888481804892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012578111586021165&amp;postID=7412776888481804892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/7412776888481804892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/7412776888481804892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2008/12/waiting-on-woman.html' title='Waiting On a Woman'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170022915332546512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiH12hf7ZQY/SVpH7SjMxsI/AAAAAAAAABA/IS81J-1fT-Y/S220/johnny_cash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012578111586021165.post-5810534143684464382</id><published>2008-12-03T15:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T16:10:24.477-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disproportionate responses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carrie Underwood'/><title type='text'>Before He Cheats</title><content type='html'>While justifying utterly ruining all her boyfriends expensive stuff, Carrie Underwood mentions this-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, he's probably buying her some fruity little drink/&lt;br /&gt;cause she can't shoot whiskey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God yes, the horrid bitch can't drink as much as you. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; the worst thing going on this song. Man, I can't imagine why this guy is cheating on you, you alcoholic psycho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012578111586021165-5810534143684464382?l=thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/feeds/5810534143684464382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012578111586021165&amp;postID=5810534143684464382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/5810534143684464382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/5810534143684464382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2008/12/before-he-cheats.html' title='Before He Cheats'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170022915332546512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiH12hf7ZQY/SVpH7SjMxsI/AAAAAAAAABA/IS81J-1fT-Y/S220/johnny_cash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012578111586021165.post-8117636457163772335</id><published>2008-11-20T17:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:35:43.733-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m such a redneck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alan Jackson'/><title type='text'>Small Town Southern Man</title><content type='html'>There have been like, a million country songs about the honest, hardworking, noble farmer's son, getting married, having kids, working hard, being noble, not getting involved with any of that fancy stuff they do on the coasts like having an opinion on politics or getting gay married, then dying. But never before has anyone made an unexciting life sound so banal as Alan Jackson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, why is everyone in country songs today still the son of a farmer? By my reckoning there's like, 5 non-corporate farms left in the US. Come on guys, you can't all grow up on them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012578111586021165-8117636457163772335?l=thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/feeds/8117636457163772335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012578111586021165&amp;postID=8117636457163772335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/8117636457163772335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/8117636457163772335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2008/11/small-town-southern-man.html' title='Small Town Southern Man'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170022915332546512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiH12hf7ZQY/SVpH7SjMxsI/AAAAAAAAABA/IS81J-1fT-Y/S220/johnny_cash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012578111586021165.post-8184749643690290810</id><published>2008-11-20T17:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:26:41.224-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marrying your sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craig Morgan'/><title type='text'>International Harvester</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I’m the son of a 3rd generation farmer&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been married 10 years to the farmer’s daughter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, it's the "the farmers daughter", right after referencing "a 3rd generation farmer" that makes this song sound just a tad incestuous right off the bat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012578111586021165-8184749643690290810?l=thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/feeds/8184749643690290810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012578111586021165&amp;postID=8184749643690290810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/8184749643690290810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/8184749643690290810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2008/11/international-harvester.html' title='International Harvester'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170022915332546512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiH12hf7ZQY/SVpH7SjMxsI/AAAAAAAAABA/IS81J-1fT-Y/S220/johnny_cash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012578111586021165.post-6180991228464699097</id><published>2008-11-17T15:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:49:46.976-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooks and Dunn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crushing depression'/><title type='text'>Cowgirls Don't Cry</title><content type='html'>Life is terrible, then your dad dies. Chin up, though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012578111586021165-6180991228464699097?l=thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/feeds/6180991228464699097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012578111586021165&amp;postID=6180991228464699097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/6180991228464699097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/6180991228464699097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2008/11/cowgirls-dont-cry.html' title='Cowgirls Don&apos;t Cry'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170022915332546512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiH12hf7ZQY/SVpH7SjMxsI/AAAAAAAAABA/IS81J-1fT-Y/S220/johnny_cash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012578111586021165.post-3277682522593679403</id><published>2008-11-17T15:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:50:16.160-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trace Adkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='save me Jeebus'/><title type='text'>Muddy Water</title><content type='html'>Trace Adkins is already well on his way to ruining country music with such pandering fare as "Songs About Me" and the abhorrent "Honky Tonk Badonkadonk" (which was reportedly written in a single hour, and certainly sounds like it). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing overtly insulting about "Muddy Water", but I have to wonder, what is it exactly that causes Trace Adkins to believe his soul is in such deplorable condition. I mean other than the obvious. KFC commerical voiceovers? The fact that he uh, wrote a book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should be bothered that the title of the song could be seen as an attempt by Adkins to link himself to an actual &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; musician.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012578111586021165-3277682522593679403?l=thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/feeds/3277682522593679403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012578111586021165&amp;postID=3277682522593679403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/3277682522593679403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/3277682522593679403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2008/11/muddy-water.html' title='Muddy Water'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170022915332546512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiH12hf7ZQY/SVpH7SjMxsI/AAAAAAAAABA/IS81J-1fT-Y/S220/johnny_cash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012578111586021165.post-2964526716328508846</id><published>2008-11-17T15:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:27:54.280-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kristy Lee Cook'/><title type='text'>15 Minutes of Shame</title><content type='html'>Number of verses dedicated to promising embarrassment for ex by way of singing indictments of bad behavior- 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of verses offering actual indictment of bad behavior- 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of verses asserting vauge implication of ex being "pretty good at workin' a line"- 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of people who would realistically be embarrssed by this song- 1 (Kristy Lee Cook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of reasons this song ever got near a Top 40 chart- 1 (Kristy Lee Cook being an American Idol middle of the pack finisher, something country music can't get enough of lately.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012578111586021165-2964526716328508846?l=thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/feeds/2964526716328508846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012578111586021165&amp;postID=2964526716328508846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/2964526716328508846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012578111586021165/posts/default/2964526716328508846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecountrymusichater.blogspot.com/2008/11/15-minutes-of-shame.html' title='15 Minutes of Shame'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170022915332546512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiH12hf7ZQY/SVpH7SjMxsI/AAAAAAAAABA/IS81J-1fT-Y/S220/johnny_cash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
