Well, I met this girl I swore 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 And old Chris Christopherson played the leadin' role I said, that's my man, she said, who's he? I jumped up and said, girl, we gotta go She don't like to play my kind of music She's never heard a Waylon Jennings song And 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 and said, you must be jokin' Ain't no excuse for havin' a taste that bad Then I asked her if she'd heard of Alan Jackson And she said, didn't he sing that song called Where Were You? I said, yeah, but girl, that man's a livin' legend She said, really? I thought he was new No, she don't like to play my kind of music She's never heard of David Alan Cole But she can't get enough of Whitney Houston And I'm thinkin', Lord, that's all I need to know Hey, yeah Damn, man So when the night was over, I walked her to her door And I bid that girl an overdue farewell And without a goodnight 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 kind of music She don't know Sunday mornin' comin' down She can't see what's so cool about he stopped lovin' her today Her angel flyin' 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 kind of music So I had to tell that girl to ***