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If It Ain?t Country

The wife and I went to New York - first weekend in May
Saw the Guggenheim, Central Park, and the view from the Empire State
Got tickets to the opera - for the Marriage of Figaro
Between the sets and the costumes - it was a pretty awesome show

The diva could shatter glass with her five octave voice
But the songs themselves were little more than a lot of highbrow noise
Call it an acquired taste - but man I concluded
If it ain't country - if it ain't country - if it ain't country - it ain't music

My nephews are teenage rebels - they?re industrial metal fans
And I promised sis - they wouldn't miss - the hard core industrial jam
The Superdome was steamy - we were packed in like sardines
There were fireworks and special effects - between the singers wild screams

After three hours of pounding drums - my ears went into shock
I cant tell you how good it felt - when the band finally stopped
Call it an acquired taste - but man I concluded
If it ain't country - if it ain't country - if it ain't country - it ain't music

Bridge
Some dig scat - there?s nothing wrong with that
Some disco and some reggae
You can bebop and pop - you can hip hop and rock
But if you want to blow me away . . .

I need lyrics that make sense - rhythm that makes you want to dance
Melody that goes somewhere
I need stories that are real - that make you feel
That make you believe - that make you care

Call it an acquired taste - but man I concluded
If it ain't country - if it ain't country - if it ain't country - it ain't music

© 2005 Ron Tines