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Tearjerker Country Songs 101

It’s a stormy night of sorts

And there’s a church nearby

And the preacher with a troubled past

Welcomes some stranded guy.

They small talk for a while

Until the preacher tells the tale

Of how some dude did something bad

And didn’t go to jail.

Some family member died too young

And everybody’s sad

And you get the impression

That God is really bad.

But then the random stranger

Who was talking to the priest

Is suddenly regretful

And reveals he was the beast

Who did the aforementioned crime

That caused the kid to die.

Then he says “Will you forgive me?”

And everybody starts to cry.

Then everybody’s fine and stuff

And no one finds it odd

That injustice is suddenly fine somehow

‘Cause hey, why not? Yay God!

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AI Writes A Country Song

Today I’m bored and kinda tired,

For sure not feeling too inspired,

So a thought emerged within my head:

Let robots do my job instead!

So I was nit at all upset

When a robot said “I can write a rhyming couplet.”

I said “write me a country song,”

And here’s the poem that came along:

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See the hightailing of the cowboy,
I think he’s angry at the ahoy.

He finds it hard to see the horse,
Overshadowed by the rainy field of force.

Who is that yodeling near the saddle?
I think she’d like to eat the cattle.

She is but a rural addition,
Admired as she sits upon a position.

Her leather car is just a beer,
It needs no gas, it runs on steer.

She’s not alone she brings a dog,
a pet dog, and lots of parts catalogue.

The dog likes to chase a truck,
Especially one that’s in the dabbling duck.

The cowboy shudders at the country gun
He want to leave but she wants the bun.

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The poem’s bad, and I think it’s neat

That I am not yet obsolete.

Sure, technology is fun

But robots 0, human 1.

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Thar’s Lookin’ At The Bri’ Side!

I went to bed at midnight

And woke at 5:00 AM

Happy, peaceful, prepped to seize the day,

“But its early” I thought

And so I hatched a plot

To sleep a few more hours anyway.

Now its just about 11:00

And I’m achy, sick, and bored

Wondering what the heck went wrong.

Now I’ll get dumped and buy a gun

And call up Brooks and Dunn

And maybe this day can be a country song!

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Cletus The Storm Trooper’s Country Song

I went to the range

To learn how to shoot.

I had me a gun

For to have me a hoot.

I pulled me a trigger

And I used my head

And thanks to my prudence 

No targets ended up dead!

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