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, "Reakky? 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'

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

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