Oh, I met this girl I swear was close to perfect
I could see the ring, the dress, and the whole nine yards
I had a country station on and she reached and turned it
Said she couldn't stand the sound of a steel guitar

We hit the town to catch the early movie
An' ol' Kris Kristofferson played the leading role
I said: "That's my man!" She said: "Who's he?"
So I jumped up an' said: "Girl, we gotta go!"

She don't like to play my kinda music
An' she's never heard a Waylon Jennings song
An' she's never been a fan of Willie Nelson
So there ain't no way in hell we'll get along

She told me she thinks country music's hokey
Said: "You can't dance to it, and all the songs are sad."
I cocked my eyebrow an' said: "You must be jokin!
Ain't no excuse for havin' taste that bad."

Then I asked her if she'd heard of Alan Jackson
An' she said: "Didn't he sing that song called 'Where Were You?'"
I said: "Yeah, but girl, that man's a livin' legend."
An' she said: "Really? I thought he was new."

No, she don't like to play my kinda music
She's never heard of David Allan Coe
But she can't get enough of Whitney Houston
An' I'm thinkin': "Lord, that's all I need to know."

So when the night was over, I walked her to her door
An' I bid that girl an overdue farewell
An' without a good night kiss, I jumped back in my truck
Turned on some Hank and cranked it loud as hell

No, she don't like to play my kinda music
She don't know "Sunday Morning Comin' Down"
An' she can't see what's so cool about "He Stopped Lovin' Her Today"
Or "Angel Flying Too Close To The Ground"

She told me that she sorta likes the Eagles
But she couldn't name one hit by Johnny Cash
No, she don't like to play my kinda music
So I had to tell that girl to kiss my ass!