This is the last time I’m going to review a country pride song.
I have nothing left to say. From now on, I’m turning a song like this off thirty seconds in, and I’m never going to pay it any attention again.
But since it is the last time, let me say it just one more time:
You don’t have to be a blathering idiot to be country.
You can be intelligent.
You can talk about the charms and limitations of the southern youth experience, like Hal Ketchum did in “Small Town Saturday Night.”
You can let us know that you know why “(Margie’s at) The Lincoln Park Inn”, spotlighting all the moral ambiguities and complexities lurking underneath the surface of suburban America.
You can celebrate the rural without diminishing the urban, trusting that the commonality of the human experience transcends the boundaries of geography.
Justin Moore, you’re making Tracy Byrd at his silliest seem brilliant in retrospect.
Drivel like this is making me hate country music, and I love, love, love country music.
No more for me. I refuse.
Written by Rhett Akins, Justin Moore, and Jeremy Stover
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