Kevin Gilmartin

Kevin Gilmartin

 Chicago, Illinois, USA
BandCountryClassic Rock

2 cousins who like to get toghether drink some beers and snow ball some lyrics and song ideas.

Other Info

Cover band: 
No

Lyrics

Don't Yank My Chain

Written By: Kevin Gilmartin & Timmy Bossard

Some of these singers nowadays,
With their leather pants and gelled-up hairstyles,
I don't know about you but I like my country,
To come with Wrangler jeans and a Skoal-stained smile,
Seems recently our genre's lost its way,
Things have changed alot since Clint & A.J.'s hey-day,
Sick of songs being called country when they ain't,
I've sure had enough so here's my complaint....

Don't yank my chain,
You don't know Hank from T-Pain,
Don't bust my chops,
This stuff ain't country it's pop,
It really chaps my ass,
Nobody plays any Cash,
Where's all the steel guitars,
Enough with the Reality tv stars,
Y'all should feel ashamed,
So don't yank my chain

Country music's my passion,
Don't really care what's in fashion,
Gimme a broken hearted fool,
Over some dolled-up no talent tool,
How long's this sissy boy phase gonna last,
They're a disgrace to the legend's from the past,
For those who sold-out for the loot,
This cowboys here to give you the boot,
So let me tell you again....

Don't yank my chain,
You don't know Hank from T-Pain,
Don't bust my chops,
This stuff ain't country it's pop,
It really chaps my ass,
Nobody plays any Cash,
Where's all the steel guitars,
Enough with the Reality tv stars,
Y'all should feel ashamed,
So don't yank my chain

As our elected officials hop on their big private jets,
Everyday our country grows a little more in debt,
We're going broke just to fill our Chevy's with gas,
While our reps in D.C. sit on their fat useless ass,
Crying broke again "we need to raise your taxes",
Lights a Cuban cigar sits back and relaxes,
Go on tv and say "we're not in a Depression",
Well my bank account says different,
So here's a suggestion....

Don't yank my chain,
Stop flushing money down the drain,
Don't bust my chops,
You thieves should be reported to the cops,
It really chaps my ass,
That soon there'll be no middle-class,
Stop with all the "self-serving",
The working man is worth preserving,
It's enough to drive a man insane,
So don't yank my chain...

Don't yank my chain,
You don't know Hank from T-pain,
Don't bust my chops,
This stuff ain't country it's pop,
It really chaps my ass,
Nobody plays any Cash,
Where's all the steel guitars,
Enough with the Reality tv stars,
Y'all should feel ashamed,
So stop yankin my chain.