I know some of my friends (Hi Didact!) aren’t up for country, and frankly, most of my fondness for it lies in the older stuff I was raised with, and a lot of childhood exposure to ethnic folk songs. Charlie Daniels, Merle Haggard, Marty Robbins, Johnny Horton, Kenny Rogers, Johnny Cash (hell yeah) and of course David Allen Coe (Never Even Called Me By My Name). Outside of a few odds and ends – Toby Keith and Joe Diffie – there’s very little country I care about after the 80’s, and everything after that built off of Classic Rock, Metal, some Folk (dammit John Ringo for getting me hooked on Heather Alexander), Goth, Industrial, and various forms of indie/alt rock.
Country Folks Can Survive
So here’s one I remember from my childhood, and one that I still think fits the attitude of many southerners, “rednecks”, and frankly, more generally, in it’s fuck you attitude to stuck up city folk who look down on flyover country, the alt right and current age.