THEY TELL ME THE NEW COUNTRY
DON’T MAKE ROOM FOR NO MORE CRYING HEARTACHE SONGS
OR HEARTBREAK SONGS
BUT I CAN'T FIGHT WHAT I WRITE, AND MY PAIN AIN’T NEWS
Whether it’s country or Americana
Keep it perky and Pollyanna
Yes, brother, I understand the rules
Who wants songs about victims and losers
Crying over vixens and users?
Sure, I know the drill, but that still don’t help us fools
FULL CHORUS:
THEY TELL ME THE NEW COUNTRY
DON’T MAKE ROOM FOR NO MORE CRYING HEARTACHE SONGS
OR HEARTBREAK SONGS
SO WHAT CAN I DO? I WISH I WAS OVER YOU
TO CHART WELL, PLAY AND SELL
THEY’RE IN THE MARKET FOR POSITIVE, UPBEAT TUNES
NOT NEGATIVE, ACHING BLUES
BUT I CAN'T FIGHT WHAT I WRITE, AND MY PAIN AIN’T NEWS
You broke my heart in a million pieces
Every day the pain increases
Love’s left me spinning here in space
They want songs that are well-adjusted
But since my heart got busted
I can’t live the lie, or glue the smile back on my face
THEY TELL ME THE NEW COUNTRY
DON’T MAKE ROOM FOR NO MORE CRYING HEARTACHE SONGS
OR HEARTBREAK SONGS
SO WHAT CAN I DO? OH, WHAT CAN I DO?
I’d be wealthy if my songs were healthy
I’d be so uplifting if I wasn’t drifting
I’d write about how love is like a good luck charm
If I had you back in my arms
REPEAT FULL CHORUS
(Spoken)
It don’t fill you with inspiration? Well, let’s try some affirmations: Every day and every way I’m getting – so confused, why can’t a little misery be news anymore? I don’t get all this happy honkytonk music, it ain’t natural . . . I don’t understand . . .
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Lyrics submitted by J. K. Coltrain.