Second, these types of shitholes came about around the time Garth Brooks (ex-marketing major---ooooo, REAL country!) and Kix Brooks and Dunn got going. How many cowboys do YOU know named Kix? Sounds like a faggot to me......
Third, the women there aren't REAL country women: boozed up, high on pills; divorced women with three kids living hand-to-mouth in a single-wide trailer and working at Sonic fifty hours a week, like a real country girl should.....
Fourth, anybody in a real country bar is too drunk and depressed to "rope steers" like they do in a Cotton-Eyed Joe's with a saddle horse and a long rope). They're too busy drowning their sorrows in a limpid pool of Jack Daniels and Coke, and listening to twanging songs about divorce, cheating, and wanting to die....
Fifth, how many reports have you heard about the police busting up a bar fight at a Cotton-Eyed Joe's? None! Because there ARE none. Just a bunch of sissies pretending to be the star in an Alan Jackson video. "What's under that hat Alan? Hair? I don't think so!!!" .....
Sixth, I can't mentally picture Waylon, Willie, Kristofferson, Cash, Haggard or Jones ever darkening the doorstep of those putrid places. If they did, they probably wouldn't meet Cotton-Eyed Joe's lengthy "dress code." Remember, if it walks like a duck, talks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, its probably a duck, and if it don't, it prob'ly ain't!!!!