Yankee Country Tunes Just Dont Work

[deacon blues]

I was thinking about how country music is always about the South or the West. Songs are always talking about Georgia or Memphis, El Paso or Oklahoma. Songs talk about moonshine and grits, bass fishing and oppossum hunts. So I started thinking about trying to fit a country tune into all things Yankee. Its funny, but it just doesn't work.

We were sittin on the banks of the Allegheny throwin snowballs,
We were drinkin apple cider, running through a grove of maple trees,
I'll never forget that evening in Kalamazoo,
All those memories of love with me and you.

I can still taste that lobster we boiled on the beach in Massachusetts,
I held your hand from Toledo all the way to Montpelier,
The cherries were ripe, the Moose were calling, and the Auroura Borealis danced in the skies,
That night I looked into your eyes.

I had a pot roast stain on my white button down,
And you in that cardigan looked so sweet,
We took a ride in my stationwagon,
On our way to that hockey game,
You leaned over and whispered my name,

Like Wisconsin cheese, you melted my heart,
You thawed the freeze, and gave me a brand new start,
Like a Nor'easter comin down from above,
It stands tall like the Empire State Building,
Talkin bout yer love...

See it just doesn't work...


Give it a try, write a Yankee Country Tune!