Random Country-Western Song Generator

I met her in Sheboygan stoned on oatmeal; I can still recall the stolen goods.
She was weighted down with Twinkies in the twilight,
and I knew we really lost the last World War.
She asked me if I'd hate her dog forever. She said to me our love would never die.
But who'd have thought she'd black out with her guru;
I watched her melt away and sobbed goodbye.