El country, también conocido como música country o música campirana, es un género musical originario de Estados Unidos que se destaca por su estilo tradicionalista y sus letras que abordan la vida rural, el amor, la pérdida y la nostalgia por el pasado. Este género musical ha ganado popularidad en todo el mundo, especialmente en América del Norte y Australia.
La música country utiliza instrumentos como la guitarra acústica, el banjo, el violín, el bajo y la batería, y se caracteriza por su estilo melódico y su ritmo sincopado. Algunos de los artistas más influyentes en este género son Johnny Cash, Dolly Parton, Willie Nelson y Garth Brooks, entre muchos otros.
En años recientes, el country ha evolucionado y ha incorporado elementos de otros géneros como el rock y el pop, dando lugar a nuevos subgéneros como el country pop y el country rock.
Taylor Alison Swift, mejor conocida artísticamente como Taylor Swift, es una actriz, cantante y compositora estadounidense de música country y pop que nació el 13 de diciembre de 1989 en Reading, Pensilvania, EE.UU. Swift se mudó a Nashville, Tennessee, a la edad de catorce años para seguir una carrera de música country. Taylor Swift esta catalogada entre una de las artistas musicales que más a vendido de todos los tiempos. Ha vendido más de 50 millones de álbumes, incluye 31.4 millones en los EE. UU., y 150 millones de descargas individuales. Como compositora, recibió premios de la Asociación de Compositores de Nashville y el Salón de la Fama de Compositores, y fue incluida entre los 100 mejores compositores de todos los tiempos por Rolling Stone en 2015. Recibió varios otros galardones como 10 Grammys y un premio Emmy, 23 premios de Billboard Music Awards, 23 American Music Awards y 12 Country Music Association Awards y posee seis Guinness World Records. Ella ha aparecid...
All this time I was wasting
Hoping you would come around
I've been givin' out chances every time
And all you do is let me down
And it's taken me this long baby
But I figured you out
And you think it would be fine again
But not this time around
You don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don't wanna hurt anymore
And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did before
You're not sorry
Oh no, no, no
Looking so innocent
I might believe you if I didn't know
Could've loved you all my life
If you hadn't left me waitin' in the cold
And you got to share your secrets
And I'm tired of being last to know
And now you're asking me to listen
Cause it's worked each time before
But you don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don't wanna hurt anymore
And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did before
You're not sorry
No, no, Oh
You're not sorry
No, no, Oh
You had me crawling for you honey
And it never would have gone away, no
You used to shine so bright
But watched all of it fade
(All Goes Around - Justin Timberlake Cover)
Don't wanna think about it
Don't wanna talk about it
I'm just so sick about it
I can't believe it's ending this way
Just so confused about it
Feeling the blues about it
I just can't do without ya
Tell me is this fair
Is the way it's really going down?
Is this how we say goodbye?
Shoulda known better when you came around
That you were gonna make me cry
It's breaking my heart to watch you run around
Cause I know that you're living a lie
But that's ok, baby, cause in time you will find
What goes around, goes around, goes around, comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around, comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around, comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around, comes all the way back around
Yeah
What goes around, goes around, goes around, comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around, comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around, comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around, comes all the way back around
Yeah
So you don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
There's nothing left to beg for
And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did before
You're not sorry
No, no, Oh
No, no
You spend your nights alone
And she never comes home
And everytime you call her, all you get is a busy tone
What she's doing to you
What you did to me
Tale as old as time
Boy, you got what you deserved