Mother I’m sorry, but I’m givin’ in.   I’m givin’ Count-ery music a spin.   So I can sit on my front porch,   in my rockin’ chair   And sing ‘till the cows come in.    I swore to my mother The day I was born,   I’d never like country music.   And I swore to my mother the day I turned 16   Not even a girl could change my mind.    Well I said these things in all sincerity,   And I meant what I said at the time.   But due to some recent developments,   Dear mother I’m afraid I lied!    Mother I’m sorry, but I’m givin’ in.   I’m givin’ Count-ery music a spin.   So I can sit on my front porch,   in my rockin’ chair   And sing ‘till the cows come in.    Well, I got myself into my friend’s new car   And she put on Shania Twain.   “Take it out!” I said, but she said   “Uh-Uh, I’m gonna play it again.”   So I said to myself “If I gotta listen,   I might as well look at the cover.”   Well I took one look And I said to myself…   “Huh. She could be my . . .”    Mother I’m sorry, but I’m givin’ in.   I’m givin’ Count-ery music a spin.   So I can sit on my front porch   in my rockin’ chair   And sing ‘till the cows come in.    these lyrics are submitted by riven demohr