New Country Thread. None of that cuntry pop shit....

[phill4paul]

 

[phill4paul]

Nice...

 

[phill4paul]

Yup.... I come from a family of Yankee and Southern. The great thing is we are all rednecks.





Northern Redneck
Aaron Lewis
We grow tobacco and we drive trucks
We kill whitetails and greenhead ducks
And drive our four wheelers down the main road
And bust out the sleds when it's cold
We got back roads an' four-wheel-drives
We got tailgates on a Friday night
And it's a half hour from my front door
To a Walmart or a grocery store
What you all don't understand
It ain't all about a southern man
'Cause we got outlaws, we got hicks
We got honkytonks out in these sticks
We love our whiskey and we love our homegrown
God damn it's so good to be home
We wear Carhart, we don't wear suits
We wear square toes and Chippewa boots
And we all know where we come from
And we'll be right here when it's done
What you all don't understand
It ain't all about the southern man
'Cause we got family livin' out in these woods
We got pride and a sense of what's good
And we all got dirt on our hands
It's a song for the workin' man
Get up early and we work third shift
Pay our taxes and protect our kids
And we all got dirt on our hands
'Cause there's rednecks north of the Mason-Dixon
There's rednecks north of the Mason-Dixon
'Cause I'm from the North son, you're from the South
Straight out the trailer, fresh off the plow
You got your Chevy parked next to my Ford
And the colors flyin' high at your door
I got a shotgun, fill it with shells
You got a Bible but I'll see you in hell
We ain't that different son, you and me
Tryin' to make it in the land of the free
What y'all don't understand
It ain't all about a southern man
'Cause we got family livin' out in these woods
We got pride and a sense of what's good
And we all got dirt on our hands
It's a song for the workin' man
Get up early and we work third shift
Pay our taxes and protect our kids
And we all got dirt on our hands
'Cause there's rednecks north of the Mason-Dixon
I'm a redneck north of the Mason-Dixon

 

[phill4paul]

Not politically inspiring.. and perhaps to emphasize...it ain't all about politics. It's just new country.

 

[CPUd]

Yup.... I come from a family of Yankee and Southern. The great thing is we are all rednecks.





Northern Redneck
Aaron Lewis
We grow tobacco and we drive trucks
We kill whitetails and greenhead ducks
And drive our four wheelers down the main road
And bust out the sleds when it's cold
We got back roads an' four-wheel-drives
We got tailgates on a Friday night
And it's a half hour from my front door
To a Walmart or a grocery store
What you all don't understand
It ain't all about a southern man
'Cause we got outlaws, we got hicks
We got honkytonks out in these sticks
We love our whiskey and we love our homegrown
God damn it's so good to be home
We wear Carhart, we don't wear suits
We wear square toes and Chippewa boots
And we all know where we come from
And we'll be right here when it's done
What you all don't understand
It ain't all about the southern man
'Cause we got family livin' out in these woods
We got pride and a sense of what's good
And we all got dirt on our hands
It's a song for the workin' man
Get up early and we work third shift
Pay our taxes and protect our kids
And we all got dirt on our hands
'Cause there's rednecks north of the Mason-Dixon
There's rednecks north of the Mason-Dixon
'Cause I'm from the North son, you're from the South
Straight out the trailer, fresh off the plow
You got your Chevy parked next to my Ford
And the colors flyin' high at your door
I got a shotgun, fill it with shells
You got a Bible but I'll see you in hell
We ain't that different son, you and me
Tryin' to make it in the land of the free
What y'all don't understand
It ain't all about a southern man
'Cause we got family livin' out in these woods
We got pride and a sense of what's good
And we all got dirt on our hands
It's a song for the workin' man
Get up early and we work third shift
Pay our taxes and protect our kids
And we all got dirt on our hands
'Cause there's rednecks north of the Mason-Dixon
I'm a redneck north of the Mason-Dixon

LOL check the youtube comments on that video, there seems to be a pattern forming...

 

[phill4paul]

LOL check the youtube comments on that video, there seems to be a pattern forming...

Shit load to read. Rednecks have as many divisions as Christians. The principle is what matters. I'm not gonna explain the principles. You is or ain't.

 

[CPUd]

Shit load to read. Rednecks have as many divisions as Christians. The principle is what matters. I'm not gonna explain the principles. You is or ain't.

In TN they organize by county. One time I went to the Hank concert and there was a brawl. I asked someone why and they said it was because some dudes were from Robertson County and the others were from Dickson County. Afterward, the ones who didn't get loaded into the paddywagon were all hanging out together like nothing happened.

 

[phill4paul]

Jamie and Allison were meant to sing together...

 

[phill4paul]

In TN they organize by county. One time I went to the Hank concert and there was a brawl. I asked someone why and they said it was because some dudes were from Robertson County and the others were from Dickson County. Afterward, the ones who didn't get loaded into the paddywagon were all hanging out together like nothing happened.

That ain't bad. When I moved to rural Virginia it wasn't counties. It was "hollows", "ridges" and that translated to families and their prejudices. I was an outsider that once I proved my worth to all I become "middle-man." Not a Union. No dues. It's just matter of not playing favorites and not seeking attention.

Honestly. You will get more from life by moving to the country.

But this thread is about new country.........

 

[phill4paul]

h/t AF.....

 

[phill4paul]

A lot of good country music includes some great comedy. Who doesn't remember Ween's 12 Country greats? New country along that line....

 

[phill4paul]

Wheeler is a comedy writer like Ween.



Every woman that I meet is a headache
Spends my money and it ends in heartbreak
See no reason to repeat my mistakes
I'm better off alone beatin off...
Every woman that I meet is unfaithful
Every guy in town is stuffin her puss hole
Y'all can have her, I hope you like blue balls
I'm better off alone beatin off...
Had enough of this same old game.
Locked my door, grabbed my vaseline.
Pulled my dick out and start to drain
Finally have some peace in my brain.
Sick and tired of this same old lie
rather be unzippin my fly
Pull my dick out and I start to cry
jackin off with tears in my eye.
Buy her jewelery and that expensive lipstick
Turn my back and then she's suckin my dad's dick
Had enough of it, I'm callin in sick
I'm better off alone beatin off.
Better off alone beatin off.
Better off beatin off
Better off beatin off
Better off beatin off
I'm Better off beatin off (repeat)
end

 

[phill4paul]

Stugill ain't...........



Keep It Between The Lines
Sturgill Simpson
Don't turn mailboxes into baseballs
Don't get busted selling at seventeen
Those thoughts are absurd, to a dirty home
Motoroil is motoroil
Just keep the engine clean
Keep your eyes on the prize
Everything will be fine
Long as you stay in school
Stay off the hard stuff
And keep between the lines
Don't burn two lanterns at the same time
No ship out on the water or the field we're in
'Cause you live and you learn
Sometimes you get burned
When you get out, done got up
Walked out the door and went
Do as I say
Don't do as I've done
It don't have to be
Like a father, like a son
Don't let them try to upsell you
There's a reason they make chocolate and vanilla, too
If there's any doubt, then there is no doubt
The gut don't never lie
And the only word you'll ever need to know in life is, why
Keep your head out of the clouds
And remember to be kind
And just stay in school
Stay off the drugs
And keep between the lines
(Don't, don't sweat the small stuff)
(Don't sweat the small stuff)
(Don't sweat the small stuff)
Songwriters: JOHN STURGILL SIMPSON

 

[phill4paul]

Been trying to move from Sturgill but then I found this...



"You Can Have The Crown"

Well, I been spending all my money on weed n' pills
Trying to write a song that'll pay the bills
But it ain't came yet so I guess I'll have to rob a bank

I guess it could be worse it ain't that bad
At least I ain't sitting in old Baghdad
in the middle of the hot damn desert sitting in a tank

Every time the wife talks a baby gets mentioned
But I'm so broke I can't pay attention
Lord how it tears me up to see her cry

So I been spending all my nights on the internet
looking for a clue but ain't found one yet
just a bunch of Mopars, guitars, & other stuff I can't buy

Well now Lord if you can hear me won't you throw a damn dog a bone
Cause if the Devil shows up with a better deal this old soul's going down
I sing 'em real pretty I sing 'em real sad
All the people in the crowd say he ain't half bad
They call me King Turd up here on Shit Mountain but if you want it you can have the crown

Been sitting on my ass like a bump on a log
Watching Andy and ol' Boss Hog
Guess I ought to get up and go find a job

Instead of sitting on the couch trying to find the next line
I'm sure there's gotta be a better use of my time
Like figuring out which one of these banks I'm gonna go rob

Well the name of the game is hurry up and wait
but that ain't putting no food on my plate
or gas in my car and I drive a Bronco

So Lord if I could just get me a record deal
I might not have to worry about my next meal
but I'll still be trying to figure out what the hell rhymes with Bronco

 

[phill4paul]

I want to see a Jmaie Johnson and Chris Staplenon tour. Together they have some serious chops..

 

[phill4paul]

For [MENTION=33245]TheTexan[/MENTION]....




Seven Spanish Angels (With Ray Charles)
Willie Nelson
He looked down into her brown eyes
And said "say a prayer for me"
She threw her arms around him
Whispered, "God will keep us free"
They could hear the riders comin'
He said, "this is my last fight
If they take me back to Texas
They won't take me back alive"
There were seven Spanish angels
At the altar of the sun
They were prayin' for the lovers
In the valley of the gun
When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared
There was thunder from the throne
And seven Spanish angels
Took another angel home
She reached down and picked the gun up
That lay smokin' in his hand
She said, "Father, please forgive me
I can't make it without my man"
And she knew the gun was empty
And she knew she couldn't win
But her final prayer was answered
When the rifles fired again
There were seven Spanish angels
At the altar of the sun
They were prayin' for the lovers
In the valley of the gun
When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared
There was thunder from the throne
And seven Spanish angels
Took another angel home

 

[TheTexan]

 

[phill4paul]

This guy is good! He's from Texas so I should say "He's Bigly." Everything is bigly in Texs. Ty!

 

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