JEWS IN COUNTRY MUSIC words and music Lenny Solomon

© L.Solomon 2003

I grew up in a southern town, where everybody hung around

Together with their families after church

There we’d sing our old-time hymns, behind the bushes drink some gin

To carry on our spiritual research

One Sunday the Preacher Smith, said all this talk was just a myth

That others with a different point of view

Could come through those pearly gates, no they can’t, they don’t rate

Heaven’s just a place for me and you

So why ain’t there more Jews in country music

Kinky Friedman, please come on and tell

I’m looking for the country Lenny Bernstein

On the chance you’ all don’t end up in hell

I realize ‘round Christmas time, our music puts you in a bind

You gotta understand that’s not my aim

I don’t care you don’t believe, it’s no longer my pet peeve

Sweet Jesus still loves you just the same

So why ain’t there more Jews in country music

Kinky Friedman, please come on and tell

I’m looking for the country Lenny Bernstein

On the chance you’ all don’t end up in hell

Some of you are on my crew, ‘cause when it comes the time to sue

Us country bumpkins want you on our side

You’re the folks who sell us suits, dungarees, and cowboy boots

So why don’t you just sing Sweet Bye and Bye

So why ain’t there more Jews in country music

Kinky Friedman, please come on and tell

I’m looking for the country Lenny Bernstein

On the chance you’ all don’t end up in hell