I got a tail gate on my truck, a beer in my hand and dirt on my boots. It’s every song. Where’s the poetry? Where’s the melody? Merle Haggard asked an interviewer once: “ when was the last time you heard a song that made you want to whistle to it?” Where’s: “I have seen the morning burning golden on the mountains in the sky?” Country music today is manufactured garbage. Like it’s written by AI except the AI program was bought at Walmart. Zero depth.