Donnie Baker Sums up Nashville in under 3 Minutes!

Hey man, this is Donnie Baker, the bastard creator, as you can see, I'm in Nashville, at the Mains factory. I've always had kind of a live hate relationship with Music City. I swear to God, country music gives me regular Red Rage. I've never understood it, hey, it's always about Beats, hats and kicking that dust. If I cared about hats, boots, and kicking up dust, I'd just go back to working construction second, why does every country song have to have a message? I swear to God they are like fortune cookies, there is always a message and two bars.

I say, oh, if he's going to be on the exam, you don't have to worry about that with Molly Hatchet or Leonard Skinner, he'll give me three. The steps are as difficult as they look, but then the country music surprised me. You know, his new baby is Jelly Roll and he's nothing like Country. First of all, he is bigger than Blues Traveler. He gets on stage wearing a pair of Crocs shorts and Phoebe t-shirts. everyone tattooed has piercings it seems like after Malone tore a note in his face and he still runs away with them CMT Awards I swear to God but today I have this thing called backstage it's a Nashville Riders show all these routers writing about their new tapes and what inspired them and it's a girl with a hot name, Abby Anderson, she's opening for Stevie Nicks, she has a tape called make him wait, gaining weight is basically, you know, make him wait so you don't come out too soon, do it wait, give him a stiff arm keep him on third base just dry hunt forever make him wait make him walk a part was making the white boil run but a man will stay make him white is the last thing we need in this world awake making weight and then she he leaves I keep saying but I'm coming through Texas and I grew up with seven brothers and sisters make him wait well apparently that song wasn't about your mother I swear to God seven brothers and sisters sounds to me like she never had a point make him wait he doesn't made him wait until they sewed her back up, state law tied my bangs, I look dead, tell the angel scanners, I'll attack her to be like her scanning a barcode, I swear to God, that's fire TRUE. hard ass