Actually, when you get down to it, country music offers some of the most interesting riffs and variations on the English language. It’s always been that way, considering the British folk roots of American country. It’s certainly superior, in my opinion, to the kitschy pretentiousness of Broadway style of lyric writing like, off the top of my head, “You don’t bring me flowers” or “You are the wind under my wings”. Say what?
When presented with some small inconsequential favor from a colleague at my last job, I would flap my wings to him and intone out of tune, “You are the wind under my wings”. OH, those were the days!
Weary and alone,
Savaged by the winds of time,
Burdoned with this state of mind,
Searching through a storm of stones, I am alone.
The melody takes you to the place the lyrics describe. If you write, you know what I mean, but if you don't write, you might not get how personal these lyrics can be. Hell, I raise cattle and hay (before the drought). I guess a cowboy can rhyme as good (or well) as a rapper.