| rdfs:comment | - Aaron: Just call me Aaron. Simon: Well Aaron, I can't tell you what an honor it is to sing your song. Aaron: Ah, thank you Simon. Simon: I just have a few minor changes, but you probably won't even notice. Aaron: Ah, did he say changes? Simon: Sometimes she runs, sometimes she doesn't Aaron: It's supposed to be "sometimes she don't." Simon: More than once she's left me on the side of the road The older she gets, the slower we go But there isn't anything wrong with the radio Aaron: 'Cuse me, 'cuse me. Stop. Stop the tap please. 'Cuse me Simon. Simon: Yes Mr. Tippin. Simon: Yes Mr. Tippin but-
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| abstract | - Aaron: Just call me Aaron. Simon: Well Aaron, I can't tell you what an honor it is to sing your song. Aaron: Ah, thank you Simon. Simon: I just have a few minor changes, but you probably won't even notice. Aaron: Ah, did he say changes? Simon: Sometimes she runs, sometimes she doesn't Aaron: It's supposed to be "sometimes she don't." Simon: More than once she's left me on the side of the road The older she gets, the slower we go But there isn't anything wrong with the radio Aaron: 'Cuse me, 'cuse me. Stop. Stop the tap please. 'Cuse me Simon. Simon: Yes Mr. Tippin. Aaron: Aaron. It's ah, "ain't nothin' wrong with the radio." Simon: Yes Mr. Tippin but- Aaron: Aaron. Simon: But you see it's grammatically incorrect. Aaron: I know that, but it's, it's a license we songwriters use to, to get the proper feeling. Simon: Trust me Mr. Tippin. Hit it boys! She needs a carburetor, a set of plug wires She's ridin' me around on four bald tires The wipers don't work, and the horn doesn't blow But there isn't anything wrong Aaron: Ah Simon. Simon: With the radio I've got sixteen speakers crossin' my back dash A little bobbin' dog watchin' everybody pass Dual antennas whippin' in the wind Lord, there isn't a country station that Aaron: Oh brother. Simon: I can't tune in She isn't a Cadillac, and she isn't a Rolls But there isn't anything wrong with the radio Aaron: Ah Simon, Simon, Simon. Simon: Yes Mr. Tippin. Aaron: Call me Aaron. It's well, it's sounding real good, but replacing "ain't" with "isn't" ain't cutting it for me pal. Simon: But educationally speaking- Aaron: Look Simon. It's more fun to sing it that way, it's more soulful. Simon: Well I'll just put more soul into "isn't" Aaron. Aaron: It's Mr. Tippin pal, and just sing the song that way I wrote it. Simon: Yes sir. I got stopped by a cop late last night Out-of-date tags and no tail lights He said I oughta run you in, but I'm lettin' you go Because there ain't nothin' wrong with your radio I got the best lookin' gal in my hometown I asked her last time that I took her out Honey, tell me what it is that makes you love me so She said there, ah, ain't nothin' wrong with your radio I've got sixteen speakers crossin' my back dash A little bobbin' dog watchin' everybody pass Dual antennas whippin' in the wind Lord, there ain't a country station that I can't tune in She ain't a Cadillac, and she ain't a Rolls But there ain't nothin' wrong with the radio No, she ain't a Cadillac, and she ain't a Rolls But there isn't anything wrong with the radio Aaron: I give up. Simon: Aaron, Aaron! I've got a great idea. What do you think of a whole new album of grammatically correct songs? Like "You Aren't Anything But A Hound Dog" or "Isn't That A Shame." We could call the album "There Isn't A Mountain High Enough." Why it'll give school teachers goosebumps. Aaron: Yeah, yeah right. Ah, you know Simon I think Garth Brooks has a couple songs that could use some of your rewritin'. Let me give you his number. Simon: Oh, that would be great! Aaron: And, ah, Clint Black loves to collaborate with young upincomers.
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