Yeehaw!!
I’m outnumbered whenever our sons visit. Not only am I the only female in the house but my choice of music isn’t shared. I listen to country which the boys dislike to the point of turning off the radio to watch reruns of American Pickers which, despite the title, has nothing to do with guitars or banjos or anything musical. They don’t actually care for the show (“it’s all rehearsed, you know”) but anything is better than ‘that stuff.’
Obviously they’ve never really listened to any country songs. What’s not to like about lines like ‘I’m drunk and I don’t want to go home’; ‘you name the babies, I’ll name the dogs’; ‘I ain’t crazy, I’m just crazy about her’; or ‘I’m much too young to feel this damn old.’ Don’t the stories they tell just make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside? . . . contd.
