Oh, ya'll ain't outlaw. Haha you think THAT makes you outlaw? BAWHAWHAW
Let me tell you about bein' outlaw. I don't like your country music I
like my country music. I don't really give a damn about any dreams of being in the
Opry some day. I miss livin in the woods with bears in the yard. I like
moonshine. I don't like pop country much usually. I like Waylon
Jennings. I don't like rules. I smoke cigarettes because I like it even
though it ain't good for me. I smoke mary-ju-wanna because it's GOOD for
me AND I LIKE IT. I like neon signs, whiskey, and beer. I like weed, I
mean some nice, American homegrown, not that dirty seeded-up brick stuff
that smells like mold from Mexico. I like guitars, and fiddles, and
steel guitar, and banjos. I do NOT like tofu. I am a sworn meat-eater
and my favorite meat is BAMBI - that's right I like venison over an open
fire. I don't know who annoys me more holier-than-thou vegetarians or
people who think hunting is bad, but buy the factory-farmed meat at the
grocery store, and somehow think THAT is ok. I like fishing. I like
the smell of that fresh country air, and I even like the smell of manure
in the morning. I like the sun reflecting off a clear mountain stream. I
grew up immersed in music, both country and rock. I like rock music,
and I mean I like HARD rock, and even screaming metal, but the older I
get the more I prefer country. I don't care much for Toby Keith. I like
Johnny Cash, and Willie Nelson. Would love to smoke a big, fat one with
Willie. I don't like Taylor Swift. I like Reba & I like Patsy Cline.
I like moonshine did I mention moonshine? Yeah, and I like pretty
women. I don't like my ex-wife.
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