Bucks Branch - Crappy Country Music Lyrics

If you're a real songwriter let me make something clear
Writin' country music won't get you anywhere
Nobody's going to play it on their radio
And if you keep on askin' they'll tell you where to go

Well don't go down to Nashville if you're reachin' for the stars
Those fat boys don't like fiddles and especially steel guitars
The ones who made it famous no longer run the show
And if you don't let them on you they'll tell you where to go

There was a time where all I had to do was play and sing
Load up that old pickup truck go out and do my thing
Somebody took the music to an all time low
And if you try to fix it they'll tell you where to go

If you're a music lover I know it makes you mad
They turned off the good stuff then turned up the bad
I guess it's time they listened to this little song of mine
Shove that crappy country right up where the sun don't shine