When I'm in my car alone, the radio is tuned either to the classical station, the jazz station, or ... brace yourself... the country station. I know, I know, but it's fun to listen in and hear friends of mine who are session players in Nashvegas fire up some hell-for-leather guitar riff or whatever.
I defy anybody, though, to find a song currently playing on the radio anywhere else that's as goll-durn funny and true-to-life as this one:
(commence slow melancholy hillbilly guitar strummin')
Well I love her, but I love to fish
I spend all day out on this lake, and hell is all I catch
Today she met me at the door, said I would have to choose
If I hit that fishin' hole today, she'd be packin' all her things
And she'd be gone by noon
(crank up the honkytonkin' pedal steel)
Well I'm gonna miss her, when I get home
But right now I'm on this lakeshore, and I'm sittin' in the sun
I'm sure it'll hit me, when I walk through that door tonight
That I'm gonna miss her -- oh, lookee there! I've got a bite!
(enter salty walkin' doghouse bass)
Now there's a chance that if I hurry, I could beg her to stay
But that water's right, and the weather's perfect
No tellin' what I might catch today
Well I'm gonna miss her, when I get home...