Mother Im sorry, but Im givin in.
Im givin Count-ery music a spin.
So I can sit on my front porch,
in my rockin chair
And sing till the cows come in.
I swore to my mother The day I was born,
Id never like country music.
And I swore to my mother the day I turned 16
Not even a girl could change my mind.
Well I said these things in all sincerity,
And I meant what I said at the time.
But due to some recent developments,
Dear mother Im afraid I lied!
Mother Im sorry, but Im givin in.
Im givin Count-ery music a spin.
So I can sit on my front porch,
in my rockin chair
And sing till the cows come in.
Well, I got myself into my friends new car
And she put on Shania Twain.
Take it out! I said, but she said
Uh-Uh, Im gonna play it again.
So I said to myself If I gotta listen,
I might as well look at the cover.
Well I took one look And I said to myself
Huh. She could be my . . .
Mother Im sorry, but Im givin in.
Im givin Count-ery music a spin.
So I can sit on my front porch
in my rockin chair
And sing till the cows come in.