Country boy
I am a white suburban male. And I have bought myself some country music to go with my punk, ska, alternative, jazz, folk, folk rock, and nerd rock collection. I think it makes perfect sense. Funniest song I’ve gotten so far is “I’m still a guy” by Brad Paisley. Thought you’d like to know the lyrics. They pretty much are the opposite of how I view the definition of masculinity, but I find it very informative.
Lyrics to I’m Still A Guy :
When you see a deer, you see Bambi
And I see antlers up on the wall
When you see a lake you think picnics
And I see a large mouth up under that log
You’re probably thinkin’ that you’re gonna change me
In some ways well maybe you might
Scrub me down, dress me up
Oh but no matter what,
Remember, I’m still a guy
When you see a priceless friend’s painting
I see a drunk naked girl
You think that riding a wild bull sounds crazy
And I’d like to give it a whirl
Well love makes a man do some things he ain’t proud of
And in a weak moment I might
Walk you sissy dog, hold your purse at the mall
But remember, I’m still a guy
And I’ll pour out my heart, hold your hand in the car
Write a love song that makes you cry
Then turn right around, knock some jerk to the ground
‘Cause he copped a feel as you walked by
I can hear you now talkin’ to your friends
Sayin’ yeah girls he’s come a long way
From draggin’ his knuckles and carryin’ a club
And buildin’ a fire in a cave
But when you say a backrub means only a backrub
And you swat my hand when I try
Well now what can I say at the end of the day
Honey, I’m still a guy
And I’ll pour out my heart
Hold your hand in the car
Write a love song that makes you cry
Then turn right around
Knock some jerk to the ground
‘Cause he copped a feel as you walked by
These days there’s dudes getting’ facials
Manicured, waxed, and Botoxed
With deep spray-on tans and creamy lotiony hands
You can’t grip a tackle box
Yeah with all of these men linin’ up to get neutered
And headin’ out to be feminized
But I don’t highlight my hair, I’ve still got a pair
Yeah honey, I’m still a guy
Oh, my eyebrows ain’t plucked, there’s a gun in my truck
Oh thank God I’m still a guy
