
I’m Not Country
I’m not country
I never owned a pickup truck
Don’t drink too much or get in fights
Never been down on my luck
No band? No problem.
I’ll supply the instrumental music track for you to sing over, or the full set of stems if you want to remix your own version. Stream your version on Spotify, Apple Music, YouTube, etc. Prices start at just $30 and include the streaming license, vocal version and instrumental version (WAV), and lyric sheet.
Contact me.
All songs are administered by Studioli, ASCAP.
IPI #524420978
I’m not country
I never owned a pickup truck
Don’t drink too much or get in fights
Never been down on my luck
Black lips
Red bolero
White lies in my
Blue Camaro
Rainbows and antennas that whisper in the night
With silence in my heart I recognize
The morning is not far I see the fading of the stars
Memory of the day precedes the light
When a wack synapse hits your brain
You get a big idea and they tell you it’s insane
But then a black black day begins to look OK
You got no manners, got no sense
Got no good excuse for your ignorance
You got no honey ’cause you want a slave
Got no money ’cause you refuse to save
She followed the wrong star
Doesn’t understand
What she’s doing in Marina Del Mar
With this kind of man
There’s a new bomb neutron particle collision
And we all stand waitin’ for a new clear vision
The blast is faster
Words are cool but the blast is faster
You pay to get in and you pay to get out
Might be a sin but there ain’t no doubt in my mind
I’ve got this sinking feeling
It’s what I call my point of view
My baby wants to go to cat school
I guess she’s gonna get her way
My baby digs those cool cool cats
Down Greenwich Village way
Down to the Sweet Spot lookin’ for a cheap shot
Find a redhead and take her for a twirl
Liquor in the front, poker in the rear
And a man in traction is gettin’ all the girls