This is great for those male country artists who wake at noon to get their facials, drink Perrier wine spritzers, wear $5k cowboy boots on their pedicured feet, and then have sex with their masseuse before they go on stage to sing about blue collar jobs, back country dirt roads, and ice cold beer. You know who you are.
Yes, those who sing about gravel roads without actually ever driving or living on one.
These so called country artists with there faggoty manscaped look are pathetic and rediculous. The “bro- country” fad.......