
I tried to write a country song
but my heart wasn’t in it
I tried and tried and tried again
but in the end I had to bin* it.
See, I don’t drink Jack Daniels
I don’t ride a horse
I don’t wear a cowboy hat
I’ve never been divorced
and I don’t own a pickup truck
or boots with fancy stitchin’
and the only range I’m home on
is that one in the kitchen **
Yes, I tried to write a country song
but my heart wasn’t in it
I tried and tried and tried again
but in the end I had to bin it.
- the verb “ to bin” , i.e to throw something into the litter, the garbage bin
** poetic license, regarding my being at home in the kitchen.
Tking part in open link over a dverse.
I love it!😍
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Thanks Melissa, much appreciated!
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Great one, Jim! Your genre finds you, not the other way around.
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Thanks Eilene! Very aptly put!
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I like the repetition. Nicely done!
Pat
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Thank you, Pat, much appreciated!
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JIM, at first I read the 4th line in the 1st stanza as:
but in the end I hadn’t bin* it. (as in been in love)
Please please please set this one to music!
Have you ever heard this Cake song:
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Just catching up here Lisa…thanks for the Cake tip, there an interesting band,
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🙂
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I think this could actually be a country song… 🙂
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You never know!
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Yee Haw … I enjoyed this Jim… ✌🏼🎼
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Thanks Rob, good to hear from you…JIM
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This was a fun read. I especially liked the use of “range.”
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Thank you! much Appreciated!
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I can hear the rhythm, looking forward to hearing you sing it!
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Thank you!
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Actually, if Dolly Parton recorded it…(K)
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Now there’s an idea!
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