There are a few basic rules of music video making. “Don’t prominently feature toilets” would have to be at the top of them. And there are probably not many rules about country song writing left anymore, but “Don’t associate, even by rhyme, Hank with Hoobastank.” must surely be one.
But damn if I don’t sing along with this song every time it comes on the radio. And I defy you to watch the video and not be even the least bit tempted to make muscles like he does when he sings “Can’t get these kind of muscles anywhere but a farm.”
Why does this song even work? Well, for starters, it’s upbeat. Second, the kid sounds like he’s having a good time. Who can listen to most country music lately for all the moping around and the “Are you sure Hank done it this way?” type songs by guys that probably didn’t even know who Hank Sr. was until their publicist told them?
I don’t have any more reasons than that. It’s not a Great Song by any stretch, but it’s a good song.
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