Intro - A
A E
Well I met this girl I swore was close to perfect
A
I could see the ring, the dress, and the whole 9 yards
D
I had a country station on and she reached and turned it
A E A
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 she said who’s he?
I jumped up and said girl we gotta go
She don’t like to play my kind of music
She’s never heard a Waylon 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 music is hokey
She 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 is 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
I’m thinking Lord that is all I need to know
Solo
So when the night was over I walked her to her door
And I bid that girl an overdue farewell
An’ Without a good night kiss I jumped back into my truck
Turned on some Hank and turned it loud as hell
She don’t like to play my kind of music
She don’t know “Sunday Morning Coming 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 she sorta likes the “Eagles”
But she couldn’t name one hit by “Johnny Cash”
Naw, She don’t like to play my kind of music
So I had to tell that girl to Kiss my Ass.
Intro - A
A E
Well I met this girl I swore was close to perfect
A
I could see the ring, the dress, and the whole 9 yards
D
I had a country station on and she reached and turned it
A E A
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 she said who’s he?
I jumped up and said girl we gotta go
She don’t like to play my kind of music
She’s never heard a Waylon 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 music is hokey
She 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 is 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
I’m thinking Lord that is all I need to know
Solo
So when the night was over I walked her to her door
And I bid that girl an overdue farewell
An’ Without a good night kiss I jumped back into my truck
Turned on some Hank and turned it loud as hell
She don’t like to play my kind of music
She don’t know “Sunday Morning Coming 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 she sorta likes the “Eagles”
But she couldn’t name one hit by “Johnny Cash”
Naw, She don’t like to play my kind of music
So I had to tell that girl to Kiss my Ass.