One, two, three, four.

I liked listening to Lucinda Giddens
I always thought she was just being bleak
Didn't know anyone who could hurt Pepe
Tim made a country singer out of me
Country singers are just bitches and moaners
Tricky as making the pain sound sweet
Didn't have much to say about heartbreak
Tim made a country singer out of me
Sure I drove an old truck around
And I wore tight wrangled jeans
But I didn't know what sorrow was
And the truck was Japanese
The truck was just Japanese
I liked cowboy hats and Boramets
You couldn't wear shirts and dirty jeans
Didn't like the twang of strange sadness
Tim made a country singer out of me
Sure I drove an old truck around
And I wore tight wrangled jeans
But I didn't know what sorrow was
And the truck was Japanese
The truck was just Japanese
One, two, three!
And now there's a man here
Who wants to thank you
For making me cry and stumble and sing
He's a record company man
And he's grateful you made a country singer out of me
Sure I write the songs and sing them
But you are the reason I'm here
I tried to give you all my love
But you gave me a career
One, two, three, go!
Country singers are just bitches and moaners
The trick is making the pain sound sweet
Didn't have much to say about heartbreak
Tim made a country singer out of me
Tim made a country singer out of me