Story Behind The Song
This song was written by Casia of Canada. Through the ability of internet collaboration sites, Casia met singer and melodist, Christina Britton of Scotland. They are now soul sistas and have been collaborating for over two years. They are finishing their second album with composers, musicians, and mixers from around the world.
Song Description
A fun, sexy spoof on the old west inspired by Madeline Kahn from Blazing Saddles. What a woman wants isn't always what a guy wants. A showtune for the shows.
Song Length |
3:41 |
Genre |
Unique - Parody, Country - Cowboy |
Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Mood |
Engaging, Charming |
Subject |
Movies, Comedy, Funny |
Language |
English |
| |
Lyrics
So Damn Country
©2011 Casia - lyrics
Christina Britton - Vocals and melody
Rod Chubb - Guitar
Bobby Watson - Composition - Bass - Drums - Sequencing - Engineering
(Spoken Intro)
Well hello there, come on in
Take a load off
Let me tell you boys
I've been called many things, many things
But I've never....been called....late for supper
Hmmm...never
(V1)
Oh, I know what you want
It's been a long dusty trail, hahaha
And you think I'm here, oh yeah
Just to wiggle my tail
I'm more girl than you can handle
So wipe off that grin and
Light me a candle, yeah...
(Chorus)
You're so damn country
That's what you are
I want some romance
Under the stars
You're so damn country
Gimme champagne
Take off those boots
And fly me to Spain
Take off those boots
And fly me to Spain, oh yeah
(V2)
You smell like the flies
On the back of a horse
Can't see your eyes
For all that dirt
I've got charisma
I've got style
You need a bath
To soak for awhile
Then maybe we'll see
If you're worth all that hurt
But I doubt it, haha
(Chorus)
You're, so damn country
That's what you are
I want some romance
Under the stars
You're so damn country
Gimme champagne
Take off those boots
And fly me to Spain
Take off those boots
And fly me to Spain, oh yeah
solo
(Outro/bridge)
What could be worse
Than a man in a bar
Smoking his lungs out
With a cheap cigar
Come back in an hour
When you're refined
Then just maybe, ha, just maybe
You can show me your country
And I just might show you mine
Or maybe not though, ha
You're so damn country
That's what you are