A song called “I love this bar.” That’s why. I really was almost ready to give it a shot again. Then I borrowed my cousin’s car for a quick trip to Target. She had the radio set to a local country station. I was OK with it on the way up (playing “Mr. Mom” which I’ve already heard too many times, though I never listen to country).
I got my root beer float bars successfully and exited the store. Then came the drive home. A song comes on which I can only assume is called “I love this bar.” It is the very reason I simply don’t do the country thing. How can I? I mean, lyrics like “we got all kinds of lookers, sometimes hookers” and “I like my girlfriend… but I love this bar.”
Nota Bene - I recognize that there is a lot of “non-I-love-this-bar” Country music and I even like some Rascal Flatts and Lonestar songs, but they need a new genre. Non-redneck country or something. Just think of something.
February 28th, 2007 at 9:37 am
oh, my brother, how quickly you forget your roots …
not that i’m dissing on your dislike of country music (it’s NEVER been my bag) or your dislike of a song that praises the “virtues” of a house of debauchery, but when you label it a redneck issue … i fear it’s been too long since you’ve been in a room full of your kinfolk
February 28th, 2007 at 9:44 am
*clicks his heels together 3 times*
I do not believe in my redneck past.
I do not believe in my redneck past.
I do not believe in my redneck past.