An old-time country song about the losingest loser on the planet.

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I love old country songs. My dad was an old country singer, and my brother in Philly sings old school country in bars up there. One of my ambitions is to sing with Iris DeMent.

That said, country songs are usually pretty pathetic (my dog died, my wife done left me, my truck's a Japanese import, etc.). They're the blues for white folks. So, I went over-the-top with my song's hero and have him living the life of a hermit, just so he doesn't have to face reality.

You told me you were mine
And that you'd always love me
You said that you'd be true
And that we'd never part

But now you're showing signs
Of things you want to tell me
That's why I'm asking you
To protect my foolish heart

'cuz I'd rather hear you lie
Than to say that you don't love me
I'd rather that you said
Everything that wasn't true

I'd rather hear you lie
Than to tell me you don't need me
I'd rather hear you lie
So I can keep on loving you

Don't bother with a call
Now, don't you try and phone me
I've ripped out all the lines
I won't answer anymore

I spend my time alone
My friends they all disowned me
I hid myself away
So, I'll never have to know

I'd rather hear you lie
Than to say that you don't love me
I'd rather that you said
Everything that wasn't true

I'd rather hear you lie
Than to tell me you don't need me
I'd rather hear you lie
So I can keep on loving you
I'd rather hear you lie
So I can keep on loving you