I just bought my 3rd Country/Western CD. (First two, if you care, were *****What the Heck...what happened to my brilliant notes about having bought Garth Brooks' Greatest Hits and The Dixie Chicks' Wide Open Spaces? It included a little ribbing, implying that norcalfella had borrowed my DC CD. And it noted that Tracy Byrd's "The Truth About Men" is my latest purchase. Oh, and I had embedded links to each of those albums through Amazon. But I don't feel like rewriting it all. Click "read more" to get my impressions of the album... The first song I heard from this album was "The Truth About Men". I'll post the lyrics below, but suffice it to say I thought they were funny. Whoever's doing his songwriting (and there are many) is quite clever. Next, I downloaded "Watermelon Crawl", a fine song about a Georgia town that makes wine out of watermelons. The chorus goes "If you drink, don't drive, do the watermelon crawl". Wonderful! (Alas, but it's not on this album.) Then, there's "Ten Rounds With Jose Cuervo", a song about alcohol-induced attitudinal changes. there's a live version on this album, which is great, as this has a Jimmy Buffet "Changes in Latitudes" and Garth Brooks "People in Low Places", fun-to-sing-along-with style. Check out some of the music, and enjoy these lyrics:
We don't like to go out shoppin',
We don't care what's on sale.
We just want to sit with a bag full of chips,
Watchin' the NFL.
When you come over at half-time,
An' say: "Does this dress fit too tight?"
We just look you in the eye with a big fat lie,
An say:"Uh, uh: Looks just right."

Well, that's the truth about men.
Yeah, that's the truth about us.
We like to hunt and golf on our days off,
Scratch, an' spit, an cuss.
It don't matter what line we hand you,
When we come draggin' in.
We ain't wrong; we ain't sorry,
An' it's probably gonna happen again.

We hate watchin' "Steel Magnolias".
We like "Rambo" an' "Die Hard 4".
Jump up and down like fools when we see the new tools,
At the Home Depot store.
We don't really wanna take you to dinner,
At some fancy restaurant.
The only reason we do is 'cause we know it leads to,
The one thing that we all want.

Well, that's the truth about men.
Yeah, that's the truth about guys.
We'd rather play guitars and work on cars,
Than work on the problems in our lives.
An' though we might say it to you,
Every now and then,
We ain't wrong; we ain't sorry,
An' it's probably gonna happen again.

Well, if you want to know what we're all thinkin',
It's nothing too complex.
It's just somethin' cold for drinkin',
And a whole lot of s-e......

Yes, that's the truth about men.
Yeah, that's the truth about us.
We like to hunt and golf an' drive around, lost,
Scratch, an' spit, an' a whole lot of other disgustin' stuff.
It don't matter what line we hand you,
When we come a-crawlin' in.
We ain't wrong; we ain't sorry,
An' it's probably gonna happen again.

We ain't wrong; we ain't sorry,
An' it's probably gonna happen;
Sure, it's gonna happen;
You know it's gonna happen again.
An' that's the truth about men.

You know it, son.