Sam Williams Completely Loses The Plot on “Countrystar”


It very well could be that the son of Hank Williams Jr., and the grandson of Hank Williams will be responsible for releasing the worst song in the entire pantheon of what anyone could ever construe as “country music” in 2025. And though such an offense would regularly elicit some sort of rant or other scathing rebuke here, this doesn’t feel like a moment for vitriol or sarcasm. This is so bad, and so off, it feels like something that should give way to serious concern.

It most certainly can’t be easy to be a son of Hank. And whether it’s Hank Williams Jr., Hank Williams III, or Hank3’s son Coleman Williams, they all have rebelled against the family legacy and attempted to carve a path in music that is their own, while also understanding the importance of keeping their family legacy alive. Nobody should want or expect for Sam Williams or any other member of the Williams family to be a reenactment of Hank Williams.

But for Sam Williams, he seems to believe that his path forward is through really terrible hip-hop-infused braggadocios pop that is so vapid and devoid of self-awareness, the only possible viable excuse for its horribleness is that it’s self-parody. Unfortunately though, there is no evidence this is the case. With a straight face, he White boy raps, “I’m the new Elvis Presley” and “I’m Peyton [Manning] in the backfield.” But in truth, most people even in country music still don’t know that Sam Williams exists.

While the promotional copy his new song “Countrystar” talks all about pushing the boundaries of country and carving out his own enterprising path forward, the song is quite literally the opposite of this. It’s the most conformist, safe, mono-genre mass appeal-pandering pop that is humanly possible. It’s also not in anyone’s universe a “country” song, despite the inference of the title and the fact that it was released by Mercury Nashville.

Sam has been steering away from conventional country music ever since his pop-infused album Glasshouse Children from 2021. Then shortly thereafter, there was an unusual situation where he claimed that he was under a restrictive conservatorship, and wanted out, not dissimilar to the infamous Brittany Spears drama. Sam’s sister Katie was killed in a car accident in 2020, and this seemed to significantly affect Sam’s mental health. In the new song “Countrystar,” he references “Hwy 79,” which is the highway that Katie died on.

In October of 2022, Sam Williams also came out as gay, and now is referenced as a “queer country” artist. Sam’s revelation came at a time when most performers in country aren’t shunned for their sexual orientation, but showered with praise and acceptance. However, this also often insulates performers from worthy or constructive criticisms. “Countrystar” is so off, it almost feels like a cry for help.



What is “country”? What is “authenticity”? It’s being true to yourself. Nobody is going to buy that Hank Jr.’s son is some sort of larger than life rapping pop star. He says in the song, “I’m Hank Willi in the flesh, no Wal-Mart Boy.” But as Sam Williams continues on his precipitous slide, Mason Ramsey has risen up to be a surprisingly entertaining and authentic songwriter and performer.

But this isn’t about piling on Sam Williams and this patently terrible song. “People first, then music” is the mantra we all should adhere to. It doesn’t feel like Sam Williams deserves a tongue lashing here. It feels like he needs a welfare check.

It would be unfair for us to project that Sam Williams must be country, or even that he must be a performer. But when you’re calling yourself country when you’re clearly not, and doing this strange pop/hip-hop thing that’s patently terrible no matter what you try to call it, it runs counter to everything the Williams name stands for.

At this point, I just hope that he’s okay.


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“Countrystar Lyrics”:

I’m a country star, still blue collar
Wouldn’t ever care about a unfollow
Wasn’t Green Hills, I grew up in the holler
Highway 79

It’s ’97 on my passport, and I’m good at 713 and in Bergdorf
NYC Selfridges London
My legacy could never be undone

Competition, why yes, I would love some.
You can pay me in respect or lump sum
I’m Hank Willi in the flesh
No Wal-Mart Boy
I’m Emo with the sex, no Fall Out Boy

All I know is I’ma stay extra paid
So my son can go to school with the Kennedys
He ain’t even gotta go in Nashville
Could wear a cowboy hat or a flat bill
The game is over ‘case the singin’ lady’s fat still

They can’t write, can’t sing, can’t rap real
It feels like ’98 I’m Peyton in the backfield
Me vs. industry, McCoy’s and the Hatfield’s
And I’ma hit up Bill Lee with a progressive bill
And I’m the new Elvis Presley with the pressure build.

Wising on a country star, you’ll remember where you are
When your eyes lock with mine from afar at the bar
You can come with if you gonna keep it real
You know I’ll give you pretty kids, mansion on a hill
Looking up at the sky out in Tennessee, wishing on a country star

Crown is in my hand, and I’m always playing keep away.
You may feel like nothing is the same


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