I Play Terrible Country Songs

I like to mess with the dirt in the country

And drink too much in the bright sunshine

And if you're feelin' lonely, I can show you how

I play terrible country songs

I got twangin' strings and pedal steels

And lyrics about my truck's truck wheels

I can do all that, and even some more

I play terrible country songs

I got twangin' strings and pedal steels

And lyrics about my truck's truck wheels

I can do all that, and even some more

I play terrible country songs

Maybe folks to the left or the right

Would rile themselves up

'Bout who can outconjure the country's plight

Had the gave a care to the country life

There's a rhythm to the hills and the draws

And the same kinda thing in the trucks and saws

And I would do it all day long

But the upload speed there is twelve megs a second

And I can't sell the billionaires jack-shit

At the auction house or the flatscreen marts

So I play terrible country songs

I play terrible country songs

I can't play the blues like the gods of the Delta

Or soul like the masters of Memphis did

But this guitar sure sounds like gettin' birthed out of a ditch

'Cause I play terrible country songs

Oh, where were you there, superstar?

To talk about my Ma's old wood stove

And the time we had to pick that old girl up

And load it on into the back of the truck

Maybe folks to the left or the right

Would rile themselves up

'Bout who can outconjure the country's plight

Had the gave a care to the country life

There's a rhythm to the hills and the draws

And the same kinda thing in the trucks and saws

And I would do it all day long

But the upload speed there is twelve megs a second

And I can't sell the billionaires jack-shit

At the auction house or the flatscreen marts

So I play terrible country songs

I play terrible country songs