My Kind Of Music

Well, I met this girl
I  swore was close to perfect
I  could see the ring
The dress and the whole nine yards
I had a country station on
And  she reached and turned it
Said  she couldn’t stand
The sound of a steel guitar
We  hit the town to catch the early movie
And old Kris Kristofferson
Played the leading role
I said, "That’s my man"
And  she said, "Who’s he?"
I jumped up and said "Girl, we got to go"
She don’t like to play my kind of music

She’s never heard a waylon Jennings song
She’s never been a fan of
Willie Nelson so there ain’t
No way in hell we’ll get along
She told me she thinks country music’s hokey
Said, "You can’t dance to it
And all the songs are sad"
I cocked my eyebrow and said
"You must be joking"
Ain’t no excuse for having taste that bad
Then I asked her

If she’d heard of Alan Jackson and she said
"Didn’t he sing that song called
"Where Were You?" i said, "yeah, but girl
That man’s a living legend"
She said, "Really? I thought he was new"
She don’t like to play my kind of music
She’s never heard of David Allen Coe
But she can’t get enough of

Whitney Houston and I’m thinking
"Lord, that’s all I need to know"
I walked her to her door
And I bid that girl an overdue farewell
And without a goodnight kiss
I jumped back in my truck
Turned on some Hank and
Cranked it loud as hell
She don’t like to play

My kind of music she don’t know
"Sunday Morning Comin’ Down"
She can’t see what’s so cool about
"He Stopped Loving Her Today"
Or "Angel Flying Too Close to the Ground"
She told me that she sorta likes the Eagles
But she couldn’t name one hit by Johnny Cash
No, she don’t like to play my kind of music
So I had to tell that girl to kiss my ass
O when the night was over