Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Life In A Country Song, Part Deux

And we're back to LIACS with a request.  My sister is absolutely positive that Seth secretly wrote this song (spoiler alert: he didn't).  As always, lyrics in black, my commentary in blue.

Seth and me in college.  Aw.

Ladies Love Country Boys, by Trace Adkins (Let's start Trace a real name?  Seriously?)

She grew up in the city in a little subdivision (Kinda)
Her daddy wore a tie, mama never fried a chicken (dead on.  My daddy is a lawyer and my mother has never fried anything in her life)
Ballet, straight-As, most likely to succeed (*blush*)
They bought her a car after graduation (bought it myself, but whatev)
Sent her down South for some higher education (If you count Champaign as South, which I absolutely did when I went to school there.  I thought it was the smallest town in the world.  Compared to where I live now, it's NYC.  God laughs.)
Put her on the fast track to a law degree (Guilty again)

Now she's coming home to visit (Indeed)
Holding the hand of a wild-eyed boy (No one has ever accused Seth of being wild)
With a farmer's tan (but he sure does have a farmer's tan all the time)

She's riding in the middle of his pickup truck (I do love me a good truck ride)
Blaring Charlie Daniels, yelling, Turn it up! (Nope)
They raised her up a lady but there's one thing (Phrase heard most often in my childhood: "sit like a lady"  You can't make this stuff up)
They couldn't avoid 
Ladies love country boys (It's so true)

You know mamas and daddies want better for their daughters (Not true.  My family would trade me in for Seth in a hot second.  They adore him)
Hope they'll settle down with a doctor or a lawyer (Yes, true)
And their uptown, ball gown, hand-me-down royalty (Eh)

They never understand why their princess falls 
For some camouflage britches and a southern-boy-drawl (Bwhahahaha)

Or why she's riding in the middle of a pickup truck 
Blaring Hank Jr., yelling, Turn it up! (Still no.  My classical country interest in limited to Johnny Cash)
They raised her up a lady but there's one thing 
They couldn't avoid 
Ladies love country boys 

You can train em, you can try to teach em (How exactly?)
Right from wrong but it's still gonna turn em on (Heart wants what it wants, eh?)

And they go riding in the middle of a pickup truck 
Blaring Lynyrd Skynyrd, yelling, Turn it up! (O/3 here)
You can raise her up a lady but there's one thing 
You just can't avoid 
Ladies love country boys 
They love us country boys (I really do)

There you have it!  The song my family thinks most describes my life.  Ha!

P.S.  Grammar police are hitting the roof on this one!  Sorry!