If Billy Joe Shaver Had Released a Bro-Country Album (with Track List)

 

Hank Sr. Covers Puddle of Mudd??

"In an alternate universe, Hank travelled 50 years into the future where he decided to re-record his hit song "Ramblin' Man," using a similar lament of one of the hit songs of the day. "She Hates Me" by Puddle of Mudd was #1 on the Billboard charts, so he gave it a go."

-By Scott Jones 

Stanley Brothers Parody Album Cover with New Track List

What Ignorant Folks Think Bluegrass Looks Like

 

The Crud Report: June 2023

If Alabama Released a Bro-Country Album (with Track List)

If Sam Hunt Released an Americana Album (with Track List)

Elderly Country Songs: 90s Edition

Travis Tritt

It’s a Great Day to Take a Nap

Here’s a Nickel (Call Someone Who Cares)

The Wytensin Ain’t Workin’ Anymore

Wonky Walking’s What I Do Best

Faith Hill

Let’s Go to Sizzler

This Hip

CT of My Heart

Neal McCoy

The Shakes

Billy’s Got His Readers On

Clay Walker

Do What?

Fore She Was Grandmama

Sleeping With My Eyes Wide Open

Shania Twain

Man! I Feel Like Shit!

Whose Bed Have Your New Balance Been Under

You Win Bingo

Bubba Shot the TouchTunes

Bubba Shot the TouchTunes

©2023 Farce the Music Parody

We were all down at O’Brady’s bar

Tellin' stories if we had one

Someone fired the new TouchTunes up

The song it sure was a bad one

A sweat drop rolled down Bubba's nose

From the cringe the song was inflictin'

And all at once he jumped to his feet

Yelled “You’ve got to be shittin’!”

Bubba shot the TouchTunes last night

Said it played a bad song that got him riled

Went to his truck and grabbed his Armalite

Bubba shot the TouchTunes last night

Bubba ain't never been a fan

Of pop songs with twangy singin’

And he did not care for Thomas Rhett

So he let the bullets go slinging

He bought a round 'til the cops showed up

Was the toast of Beef O’Brady’s

We told him, “You know that was pretty dumb”

But our ears did appreciate it

Bubba shot the TouchTunes last night

Said it played a bad song that got him riled

Went to his truck and grabbed his Armalite

Bubba shot the TouchTunes last night

When the sheriff arrived with his swat team crew

Lookin’ for our troublemaker

He shook his head and said

"Bubba boy, you was always a hater”

A reckless discharge of a gun

And putting the public in danger

Bubba hollered out danger hell

Been worse if Luke Bryan was playin’

Bubba shot the TouchTunes last night

Said it played a bad song that got him riled

Went to his truck and grabbed his Armalite

Well, he shot the TouchTunes

Stopped it with ten shots

Bubba shot the TouchTunes last night

Well, he gave not a single shit

As that song machine died

Wasn’t no Waylon on that list

So it’s premeditated homicide

Bubba shot the TouchTunes

Stopped it with ten shots

Bubba shot the TouchTunes last night

Elderly Country Songs: Aaron Lewis, Tyler Childers, Kelsea Ballerini, Thomas Rhett

Tyler Childers

Follow You to the Buffet

Creaker

82nd Winter

Bottles and Burials

Aaron Lewis

Am I The Only One Left

Sizzler Every Saturday Night

Kelsea Ballerini

I Quit Driving

Edema (ft The Chainsmokers)

If You Fall Down (And You Can’t Get Up)

I Hate Hippity Hop Songs

Thomas Rhett

Something to Do About My Hands

When We’re 90

Put Ice On It

Have to Pee

Elderly Country Songs: Zach Bryan, Luke Combs, Morgan Wallen

Morgan Wallen

Sand in My Sansabelts

Days That End at Nine

The Way I Walk

Cover Me Up (with that Afghan)

Bengay on a Bullet Hole

Glucerna Glasses

Luke Combs

Hoverround

The Kind of Love We Used to Make

Cognac Never Broke My Heart

Irritable Crazy

She Got the Menopause

Zach Bryan

Something in the Metamucil

Oklahoma Rest Home

Mobility Scooter Drive By

Heavy Eye Bags

Crooked Dentures

Honest Radio Promo Ad: Walker Hayes "Y'all Life"

The Worst King of the Hill Parody

Deleted Scenes from Country Videos

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Lyric Parody of Luke Combs' "Beer Never Broke My Heart"

This is childish. I'm sorry. (the original)

Beer Always Makes Me Fart

(Parody of Luke Combs' "Beer Never Broke My Heart")

I get a flatulent ass every time

A couple Budweisers get my stomach awry

Hear that sound, start to cough

Lost a few friends yeah, ran some girlfriends off

It makes a man to frown, can get a whole crowd gone

Yeah, it just sucks man, that ain't a perfume cloud

Long neck ice cold beer always makes me fart

Like pinto beans and collard greens have tore my ass apart

It's a common theme what happens downstream, stand far, Lord bless my heart

Cause long neck ice cold beer always makes me fart

She was my Oklahoma blue eyed baby

Till one night drinkin', now she hates me

Gravel was flying when she left town

If she didn't know then, she sure knows now

Long neck ice cold beer always makes me fart

Like refried beans and Dairy Queen have tore my ass apart

It's a common theme what happens downstream, stand far, Lord bless my heart

Cause long neck ice cold beer always makes me fart

It takes one drink to mount the attack on your snout, son

But I've had fifteen, so buddy you might wanna run

Long neck ice cold beer always makes me fart

Like pinto beans and collard greens have tore my ass apart

It's a common theme what happens downstream, stand far, Lord bless my heart

Cause long neck ice cold beer always makes me fart

Parody of Walker Hayes' "You Broke Up With Me"

You Broke Up with Me

(Parody of Walker Hayes' "You Broke Up With Me")

Well, I had to choke while I was turnin'

Swerved past the country station

Hell no, it wasn't amazing

Yeah, I heard a song that had beats and the word swagger

Them crackers all sounded lame and all sounded the same

So this is my farewell party, this don't sound like Strait or Charley

You're just pushing pop and rap as country, so you can shove it

No don't come back beggin' for me to bring back my lovin'

You're the fool that made your own bed, I just wanted out of it (Hey!)

I once listened to you a lot

But ain't nobody got time for that all that shit that you've got on

It ain't gotta be country gold

But auto-tune and drum loops ain't the way I roll

So hey, you broke up with me

Yeah, country radio, you broke up with me

Guess money is all you want

Well heart and soul can't be bought

And stop calling it evolution

Save me the excuses, in your heart you know it's wrong

When a song comes on and it's a fake ass hip-hop bore

Don't you feel a little like a whore? 

So this is my farewell party, this don't sound like Strait or Charley

You're just pushing pop and rap as country, so you can shove it

No don't come back beggin' for me to bring back my lovin'

You're the fool that made your own bed, I just wanted out of it (Hey!)

I once listened to you a lot

But ain't nobody got time for that all that shit that you've got on

It ain't gotta be country gold

But auto-tune and drum loops ain't the way I roll

So hey, you broke up with me

Yeah, country radio, you broke up with me

For real y'all, what happened to twang and drawl?

I'm just breakin off some George Jones cold hard truth

It is what it is and you did what you did

I've got some better things to listen to

So this is my farewell party, this don't sound like Strait or Charley

You're just pushing pop and rap as country, so you can shove it

No don't come back beggin' for me to bring back my lovin'

You're the fool that made your own bed, I just wanted out of it (Hey!)

Used to to you a lot

But ain't nobody got time for that all that crap that you've got on

It ain't gotta be country gold

But auto-tune and drum loops ain't the way I roll

So hey, you broke up with me

Yeah, country radio, you broke up with me

Yeah, you broke up with me

If _____ Wrote a Christmas Song 2017

If Walker Hayes wrote a Christmas song

Need some joy in your stockin'? Well baby I gotcha

It's lit and it's bae and I ain't throwing shade

I Snapped you a clue, Word, hit me up too

We gone be totes chillin' this Christmas day

If Future wrote a Christmas song

You know it's enchanting baby, let it snow

Let it snow, let it snow

We here just waiting on santa, girl, so let it snow

Let it snow, let it snow

If Loretta Lynn wrote a Christmas song

Santa came home smelling like peppermint perfume

Lately he's been losing weight, doing Crossfit too

Heard he's got himself a little elf skank round the way

Well, Mrs. Santa's bout to bust that hussy in the face

If Mark Kozelek wrote a Christmas song

I watched a film about Venezuelan crop dusters

Under a chartreuse blanket on my veranda

Pondering what Belinda said last Christmas day

If Colt Ford wrote a Christmas song

Got that icy mud all up on my GMC

Alpines blasting Run DMC

Christmas in Hollis and Christmas in Macon

Woman at the crib got country ham bakin'

If Lemmy wrote a Christmas song

He's got a whip of leather

Skeleton reindeer crew

Snow or sunny weather

He's coming after you

Satan Clause, Satan Clause, 

Watch his black sleigh take flight

Satan Clause, Satan Clause,

Naughty or nice, you'll die tonight

Had a Mullet / Should've Had a Mullet

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Should've had a mullet

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Should've had a mullet

Should've had a mullet

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Should've had a mullet

Had a mullet

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Had a mullet

Should've had a mullet

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