State Thirty-Nine

fly me to Austin to scream out the blues

fly me to Coachella and then Bonaroo

 

fly me to the coffeehouse in Sioux Falls

fly me to the CPAC since I have the balls

 

fly me to Garrison Keillor's stage

fly me to Nashville to share my rage

 

call my style Red Dust meets death country

call my style smart s**t spoken bluntly

 

call my style three-day baby constipation

call my style rejected from College Station

 

so don't fly me down to South by Southwest

because it's the motions that's right and best

 

don't fly me to the stage where the poets talk

because the audiences will simply balk

 

balk at this bullshit called simple prose

because the bullshit overwhelms the rose

 

keep him in the confines of state thirty-nine

since his ability makes the ears go blind