I only had the chance to play this song twice on stage, before the quarantine hit. It's a song I'd been threatening to write since I published For the Ride, on For Real (2018). It's become apparent to me, at least in my much of my music and likely in my personal life, that when I get angry, I get country.
Apologies for the lack of a Stetson on hand. Instead I posted a photo far below of me with my first "real" hat, like the kind that merits a plastic rain cover, on my birthday. Might have been for my 11th birthday? 12th? Maybe my Mom will remember..
When I Get Angry, I Get Country
Once in a while, someone like you makes me really mad,
And like a radio dial, the twang on my tongue starts coming back.
And I'm bending notes like the braids in Willie Nelson's hair.
My legs get bowed, and I swagger around, my eyes in a piercing stare.
I like tofu, I don't eat meat, but your bull brings the cowboy out in me.
You'd better proceed cautiously, 'cause when I get angry, I get country.
There comes a time when I gotta deal with the likes of you.
You just cross the line, and I feel my roots start poking through,
And I'm ripping off my Patagonia fleece, putting on my Stetson
And I'm all selling my Prius C, buying me a Chevy, two-ton
It's been years since I herded cows, but we'll skip that topic for now
We can try this peacefully, but when I get angry, I get country.
I got Buck Owens at my side, whispering "act naturally,"
The Man in Black, he's got my back, and he hears a train a'comin
So if you don't get outta here fast, Loretta Lynn is gonna kick your ass!
You should say you're sorry, 'cause when I get angry, I get country
I just don't know what comes over me, but when I get angry, I get country.