MY GOD, I'M COUNTRY!!!!!

Yesterday I spent 8 or 9 hours working on finding more songs to play, and trying to organize my workload. I have a good portfolio of rock, southern rock, and some great stuff from southern rock bands, all dating from the '50's through the '90's. I also have a good portfolio of country songs dating from the '50's through to today's country music. Now, I started turning to country in the early '70's when Johnny Cash had his television show, and to my way of thinking the best rock stars of the '80's and '90's began to turn to country in the late '80's and during the '90's. today it is quiet obvious to me that today's "younger" fans of country are the children and grandchildren of the country fans from the '70's through the '90's. On July 4,1993, in Dallas, Texas I fell madly in love with Classic Rock (that's another story), and stayed with it for about a dozen years before starting to filter in a little Country music again. But, after looking at my entire portfolio last night I come to one simple conclusion:

MY GOD, I'M COUNTRY!!!!!

Last night I jotted down my conclusion. About 30 minutes ago I set down and wrote this song. I have not put it to music yet, but the tune is in my head, and I will do it shortly. It took me longer to figure out and write the above statement than it took me to write the song. I guess because it was about myself.

MY GOD, I'M COUNTRY!!!!!

Last night I jotted down my conclusion. About 30 minutes ago I set down and wrote this song. I have not put it to music yet, but the tune is in my head, and I will do it shortly. It took me longer to figure out and write the above statement than it took me to write the song. I guess because it was about myself.
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My God, I'm Country!!!!!
Copyright, 2013 by Keith Birmingham

I never knew that I was country, 'til I bought this
damned guitar.
Now, I'm up here on this stage, and singin' in this bar.
I’m not thinking’ that my Momma would be very proud of
me.
I think she'd burn my guitar if she could only see.
My God, I’m Country!!!!!

My daddy loved his music, and he loved his beer and
rum.
He painted quiet a picture,  how his youth was so
much fun.
But, he couldn't hold a candle to his one and only son.
That's why he never told me why country's how it's
done.
My God, I’m Country!!!!!

My momma tried to teach me a better way of life.
And, every Sunday morning she would make me pay the price,                                          
Of staying out the night before, and raisin' Hell 'til
three.
But, I never learned the lesson that she tried to make me
see.
My God, I’m Country!!!!!

I never knew that I was country, 'til I bought this
damned guitar.
Now, I'm up here on this stage, and singin' in this bar.
And, I’m not thinking’ that my Momma would be very proud of
me,
I think she'd burn my guitar if she could only see.
My God, I’m Country!!!!!
Thank God, I’m Country!!!!!
Thank God, I’m Country!!!!!