I finally deigned to read the lyrics to Try That In A Small Town, and I honestly don't know who he is addressing in that first verse. Those don't sound like vacation activities to me. I think he is stretching waaaaaay too hard.
Well, okay, I know what *race* he's addressing (anyone not nearly translucent of epidermis) but I'm pretty sure that white folks do all that stuff too, Jason. Go learn to read a beer can.
New Country is inexplicably awful.
nostr:npub1d56tfh2kfxxpzwfxj0qh6cxmrg6r47klxdlf89c7ypzcqlhu29jqkrt94y I don't know what or who the fuck he is talking about. He grew up in Macon, Georgia. Not a small town. The good old boys are not the majority of the population by a long shot.
"With a crime rate of 37 per one thousand residents, Macon has one of the highest crime rates in America compared to all communities of all sizes - from the smallest towns to the very largest cities. One's chance of becoming a victim of either violent or property crime here is one in 27"
He lives in Nashville now.
