My Kind of Music

Oh, I met this girl, I swear was close to perfect
 I could see the ring, the dress and the whole nine yards
 I had a country station on and she reached and turned it
 Said she couldn't stand the sound of a steel guitar
 We hit the town to catch an early movie
 And ol' Crisp Chris Dobson played the leading role
 I said "That's my man" she said, "Who's he?"
 I jumped up and said, "Girl, we gotta go"
 She don't like to play my kinda music
 She's never heard a Walen Jennings song
 And she's never been a fan of Willie Nelson
 So there ain't no way in hell we'll get along
 She told me she thinks country musics hokey
 She said, "You can't dance to it and all the songs are sad
 I cocked my eyebrow and said, "You must be jokin'
 Ain't no excuse for havin' taste that bad"
 Then I asked her if she'd heard of Alan Jackson
 And she said, "Didn't he sing that song called where were you?"
 I said, "Ya but girl, that man's a livin' legend"
 And she said, "Really? I thought he was new"
 Now she don't like to play my kinda music
 She's never heard of David Allan Coe
 But she can't get enough of Whitney Houston
 And I'm thinkin' Lord, that's all I need to know
 That ain't the way
 So when the night was over I walked her to her door
 And I bid that girl an overdue farewell
 And without a goodnight kiss I jumped back in my truck
 Turned on some hank and cranked it loud as hell
 Now she don't like to play my kinda music
 She don't know Sunday morning comin' down
 She can't see what's so cool about he stopped lovin' her today
 Or angel flying to close to the ground
 She told me that she sorta likes the Eagles
 She couldn't name one hit by Johnny Cash
 No, she don't like to play my kinda music
 So I had to tell that girl to kiss my ass