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Posted on 10/15/14 at 11:02 am to DonChowder
South Park would dominate with this episode.
Posted on 10/15/14 at 1:42 pm to chesty
Cartman lands on top of country charts with new bro country album..
Posted on 10/15/14 at 1:47 pm to Burt Reynolds
quote:
The Redneck Yacht Club
Oh God, I have to go to Talladega this weekend with a guy that quotes this and that "I Don't Have To Me Til Monday" song all friggin weekend. I'm gonna blast Modest Mouse and Primus all weekend.
Posted on 10/15/14 at 2:35 pm to Cole Beer
Boys round here - Blake Shelton
That song is audio suicide
That song is audio suicide
Posted on 10/15/14 at 9:03 pm to Cole Beer
I think brad paisley deserves a mention. His lyrics
Posted on 10/15/14 at 10:45 pm to Thurber
Yes he does
I do like some of his old old stuff though
I do like some of his old old stuff though
Posted on 10/16/14 at 6:42 am to Walt OReilly
Compare all that crap to Kris's song from 40 years ago. Sunday Morning Coming Down.
Well I woke up Sunday mornin', with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, so I had one more, for dessert
Then I fumbled through my closet, for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
And I shaved my face and combed my hair and, stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
I'd smoked my brain the night before on, cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid cussin' at a can, that he was kickin'
Then I crossed the empty street and caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
And it took me back to somethin', that I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way
On the Sunday morning sidewalks, wishin' Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday, makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' short of dyin', half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city side walks, Sunday mornin' comin' down
In the park I saw a daddy, with a laughing little girl who he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened to the song that they were singin'
Then I headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
On the Sunday morning sidewalks, wishin' Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday, makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' short of dyin', half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city side walks, Sunday mornin' comin' down
Well I woke up Sunday mornin', with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, so I had one more, for dessert
Then I fumbled through my closet, for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
And I shaved my face and combed my hair and, stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
I'd smoked my brain the night before on, cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid cussin' at a can, that he was kickin'
Then I crossed the empty street and caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
And it took me back to somethin', that I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way
On the Sunday morning sidewalks, wishin' Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday, makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' short of dyin', half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city side walks, Sunday mornin' comin' down
In the park I saw a daddy, with a laughing little girl who he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened to the song that they were singin'
Then I headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
On the Sunday morning sidewalks, wishin' Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday, makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' short of dyin', half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city side walks, Sunday mornin' comin' down
Posted on 10/16/14 at 1:55 pm to Walt OReilly
And he's a decent guitar player. But his lyrics lately have been just pathetic
Posted on 10/16/14 at 3:29 pm to Dr._Jimes_Tooper
quote:
Boys round here - Blake Shelton
"Chew tobacca, chew tobacca, chew tobacca, spit."
This post was edited on 10/16/14 at 3:30 pm
Posted on 10/16/14 at 4:22 pm to Cole Beer
quote:
I wish South Park would tackle this bro country issue. Would make for a hilarious episode
Well they did make fun of Allen Jackson pretty hard.
Posted on 10/16/14 at 4:23 pm to TigerTale22
The chew tobacco spit part does not capture the total putridness of the song in its entirety. It is pure penguin shite from beginning to end:
quote:
Red red red red red red red red redneck
Well the boys 'round here don't listen to The Beatles
Run ole Bocephus through a jukebox needle
At a honky-tonk, where their boots stomp
All night; what? (That's right)
Yeah, and what they call work, digging in the dirt
Gotta get it in the ground 'fore the rain come down
To get paid, to get the girl
In your 4 wheel drive (A country boy can survive)
Yeah the boys 'round here
Drinking that ice cold beer
Talkin' 'bout girls, talkin' 'bout trucks
Runnin' them red dirt roads out, kicking up dust
The boys 'round here
Sending up a prayer to the man upstairs
Backwoods legit, don't take no shite
Chew tobacco, chew tobacco, chew tobacco, spit
Aw heck
Red red red red red red red red red red redneck
Well the boys 'round here, they're keeping it country
Ain't a damn one know how to do the dougie
(You don't do the dougie?) No, not in Kentucky
But these girls 'round here yep, they still love me
Yeah, the girls 'round here, they all deserve a whistle
Shakin' that sugar, sweet as Dixie crystal
They like that y'all and southern drawl
And just can't help it cause they just keep fallin'
For the boys 'round here
Drinking that ice cold beer
Talkin' 'bout girls, talkin' 'bout trucks
Runnin' them red dirt roads out, kicking up dust
The boys 'round here
Sending up a prayer to the man upstairs
Backwoods legit, don't take no shite
Chew tobacco, chew tobacco, chew tobacco, spit
Let me hear you say
(Ooh let's ride)
Through the country side
(Ooh let's ride)
Down to the river side
(Ooh let's ride…)
Hey now girl, hop inside
Me and you gonna take a little ride to the river
Let's ride (That's right)
Lay a blanket on the ground
Kissing and the crickets is the only sound
We out of town (Let's ride)
Have you ever got down with a…
Red red red red red red red red red red redneck?
And do you wanna get down with a…
Red red red red red red red red red red redneck?
Girl you gotta get down
With the boys 'round here
Drinking that ice cold beer
Talkin' 'bout girls, talkin' 'bout trucks
Runnin' them red dirt roads out, kicking up dust
The boys 'round here
Sending up a prayer to the man upstairs
Backwoods legit, don't take no shite
Chew tobacco, chew tobacco, chew tobacco, spit
(Ooh let's ride)
Red red red red red red red red redneck
(Ooh let's ride)
I'm one of them boys 'round here
(Ooh let's ride)
Red red red red red red red red redneck
(Ooh let's ride)
Posted on 10/16/14 at 8:17 pm to Cole Beer
tim mcgraw's truck yeah is the pinnacle of musical cheese
This post was edited on 10/16/14 at 8:18 pm
Posted on 10/16/14 at 9:07 pm to S
"Good time" by Alan Jackson is pretty bad.
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