Today we dragged along the youngest for our lunchtime snowshoeing.
I wrote this song in the 90s, inspired by a Jacob Lake Inn co-worker who said she was surprised I could play the guitar but didn’t like country music.
(For the record, I do like “old time” country music – Kenny Rogers, Hank Williams, Buck Owens, Willie Nelson, etc. – but pop country hurts my ears and feelings.)
My aunt asked for a video of it. She’s the number one (and possibly only) fan of my YouTube channel.
Main vocals and guitar recorded on my new favorite mic: Shure MV5.
I’d write a country song but I’ve never been that sad.
I’d write a country song but I’ve never been that mad.
I’ve never been that drunk,
I’ve never had a pickup truck.
I’d sing about my dog but I haven’t got a dog,
No wife to turn me on or she’d make a pretty song.
Never really been in a fight
Or let some cards keep me up all night.
Never tried no chewing tobacco,
There’s no white circle in my back pocket.
I look like a fool in Wranglers, chaps, and a western hat
But who doesn’t?
Don’t have a name like Clem or Wayne or Clint or Garth.
I just can’t sing like them, how can I win your heart?
I’ll do ‘most anything
As long as I don’t have to sing
Can’t write no country song, my grammar’s much too straight,
But I’ll hold you all night long, that country song can wait.
The high was 9 degrees F the day after Christmas. But when you have access to a snowmobile and sled for the afternoon, you go anyway.
Music by Tyler Larson from the excellent 8-Bit Hymnal (free download).
Only rarely does a YouTube video get a second look from me. Here are a few that I can watch over and over:
Guy on a Buffalo –
The dad who says “better him than me” about his son’s bee attack –
Chris Thile and Brad Mehldau play Don’t Think Twice It’s Alright (Bob Dylan) –
Herp de Derp (by Schmoyoho, the guys that do Songify and Autotune the News) –
Somebody to Love – Queen cover by Nice Peter.
This great Indian song and video, Tunak Tunak Tun –
This Indian kid dancing while his admirers stop and start the tape –
More to come as I remember. . .