Oh 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 an early movie And old Kris Kristofferson played the leading 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 kinda music She's never heard a Waylon Jennings song 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 musics hokey She said You can't dance to it and all the songs are sad I cocked my eyebrow and said You must be joking Ain't no excuse for having 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 Ya but girl that man's a living legend And she said Really I thought he was new Now she don't like play my kinda music She's never heard of David Allan Coe She can't get enough of Whitney Houston And I'm thinking Lord that's all I need to know So when the night was over I walked her to her door And I bid that girl an overdue farewell And without a good night kiss I jumped back in my truck Turned on some Hank and cranked it loud as hell Now she don't like to play my kinda music She don't know Sunday morning coming down She can't see what's so cool about he stopped loving her today Or angel flying to close to the ground She told me that she sorta likes the Eagles 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