A Reflection on...Country?

Recently, I've been listening to a new country station on the radio. I have never been too big a fan of hardcore country, although I've been learning it possesses some believable songs. However, for those of you who would deny that this genre dwells primarily on certain subjects such as dysfunctional relationships, alcohol, and redneck women, I would submit the song "Drunker than me" by Trent Tomilson. True, it doesn't contain any grief-stricken or resentful lyrics about divorce or burrying one's dead dog; but it is, unarguably, one of the unintelligent songs that makes the genre's stereotype well-deserved.
But like I inferred earlier, among the myriad of doleful songs contributed to mankind's cache of art by country singer-songwriters, I admit there is also a greater variation and deeper soul than you would find in, say, the pop category. There is more freedom and honesty in country than some other genres. This honesty allows for some fairly gormless songs, like the one mentioned above, but also very sincere and eloquent tunes (as far as eloquence can coincide with twangy guitars, that is...). And, as the lyric-freak that I am, country is generally quite clever, even when the subject is not.