Country Fried (song)

She don’t want you
She don’t need you
Your pickup ain’t a pick me up
But you gotta fix her van
Because it’s your carburetor
And she’ll still hate you later
She don’t love you
She don’t want your breath on her
Even if it is the death of you
In the paper, it’s just a peanut butter smudge for you
You’ve been country fried
For a long long time
But that don’t mean you ain’t country true