A New Country Song

A NEW COUNTRY SONG I was ravaged today by three country songs on the truck radio each moaning the lyrics ". . daddy's pickup truck" and "the Georgia mud" while whining that "she was leavin' me!". (God! What woman would not leave if that was all she ever heard from him or ANYONE ELSE!) I reckon he lost because the fourth song I heard had ". . . drink a beer!" finishing each and every line! Is there no shame no style no class no original music anymore? Even David Allen Coe trashed better, with his "The Perfect Country and Western Song". At least the drunken pickup driver was meeting his jailbird mama, not daddy, in the rain and crashed his own pickup into the train! Oh Waylon, Kris, Willie, Tom Paul Chet, Loretta, Bill, Lester, Roy and all you others un-named un-tamed legends! what have you let happen? Where are the lonesome, snow white doves, the mule train sorrows, the wildwood flowers, the Tennessee waltzes, the shotgun willies or the Luckenbach wails of songs gone by? Why was I ravaged today by The flashing neon sign re-echoed ghosts of disturbed country music, not re-assured by soulful originality? Are we no longer able to compose, to play in a twitterless world of art, creativity, quality? Alas we have lost; I want to scream! "Turn off the radio, the IPOD, close the door!" I will spin my LP's once more, crash my pickup into daddy's garage and listen to Les Paul and Mary Ford, . . . end my culture, and . . . "drink a beer!".