I love old country. It never gets enough credit. That stuff talks about what's real. Problems that real people deal with. Like peeing. All over your bedroom. Boy I'll tell ya, some days I wake up and there's pee bein flung all about m'bedroom, cuz in the middle of the night, I somehow distributed it across m'bedroom fan. Those are the days I'm glad for old school country, cuz back in those days folks made real music about just that kinda thing. 

Or how bout this'un. You ever spend weeks wonderin where that smell is comin from as it gets stronger'n stronger? Then one day you say "dagnabit smell, I'm figurin you!" So you chase it down, only to discover that all yer dresser drawers'r filled to the brim with piss. Little ole' you's been sleep pissin again. Y'won't hear no jazz musician singin bout that.

Or lasso up this relatable tidbit, cowboy. You ever spend years fightin deterioratin health? Teeth a yellowin, hair departin, aint had a solid poo in months? Gets so bad yer fixin to write a will? You go to the town apothecary, ya talk to yer preacher, you even consider cuttin back on Marlboros. Just when you think yer time is up, yer ole lady catches you in the middle a the night, guzzlin yer own lemon water. And I'll be a monkeys uncle, turns out covering yer mouth at night solves ya. Well aint no other genre what writes about a scenario as personally humbin as that. No other genre than country.