I'm listening to country music drinking a little whiskey too Though I've sold my truck and I've had some good luck I wrote a country poem for you Now, I never mixed 19 with my old 43. Looking ahead was the only looking for me but thoughts are swirlin' roun' we talked when I was down You were the funniest bitch you could be Oh many folks ponied up grace and class but you knew I needed a swift kick in my ass yeah maybe others said move on and adjust but you'll always be a rare one I can trust And now mixed with then, and I took a look back to when we were young and ahead of the pack and felt like the brightest, the best of the best Pulling you close and your head on my chest Drinking with my flannel country ballerina Twirling my Tina, drunken dancing Christina So here's to you lady - and with practical lines to your girls and your curls and good red wines May you get good airport parking, smooth flying over Earth Hope you get fat raises for more than you're worth And when you land home, hope your car is still sitting pretty and your keys are in your purse and not in Mexico City. I made some bad moves and my bottom fell out I took for granted what you were about Could say I was depressed with raging self doubt But that would be bullshit, you just threw me out because I'm just not normal and a bit too deranged and twenty years later, really, I haven't changed. Listening to some country music and watching home improvement too Though my job will survive and my dog's still alive I got a bit more country for you Sure some women I've used and some blew me away Some cry when I leave others scream when I stay Some I've learned to honor, to champion and save Others my friends said I must have been brave But you just got trashed and said I was gay ..shockin divas cute preachin' save the whales and more but you were out there saving people in the Peace Corp while prissy princesses snoot as they say "daddy fix my tire!" you were teachin' Survivorman how to build a fire So not just for nineteen but for fourty three too I wrote my first country poem to tell the world and you That you are one of the brightest and still one of the best And I sure as hell liked my mouth on your rest Attacking you flanneled up big hair ballerina That's some good country poetry, dancing Christina So here's to you, a toast, and a practical wish May you never lose a spoon or chip another dish That your gutters won't bend or overflow in the rain And if you spill that wine you can get up the stain And let the lights stay on in the next thunderstorm May it rain peaceful while you nod off warm Each rainbow's God there smiling above you and a part of me will always love you someday we ought to have a beer but if not you'd still be dear - to me, dancing Christina!