I'm Starting To Like It...a Lot.Another day and another story about Justin Bieber's tantrums.
I feel equally "enthused" listening to rap "yo" and reading another story about them or their family getting killed in Atlanta. I was having lunch at a local bar-b-que place yesterday where they had Country Music piped into their sound system and I'm finding myself getting solace in the beauty of the lyrics and the simplicity of the music;
Every day I drive to work across Flint River bridge
A hundred yards from the spot where me and grandpa
There's a piece of his old fruit stand on the side of
He'd be there peelin' peaches if it was twenty years
And what I wouldn't give to ride around in that old truck with him
If heaven wasn't so far away
(T)he longer we talked, the more we laughed
And wondered why we didn't last
It had been a long time,
But later last night baby, we caught up real fast
And maybe it's a little too early to know if this is gonna work
All I know is you're sure looking good in my shirt
These are not lyrics about getting drunk and high or "the dog dying". It's about the poignancy of a lost loved one and having a nice memory to get you through the day as I gaze longingly at the redheaded waitress, whom I'm sure is feeling uncomfortable under my stare so I go back to reading my menu. Still I wonder what she'd look like in my shirt.
Maybe it's time we got back to the basics of love.
Let's go to Luckenbach Texas
Waylon and Willie and the boys
The "successful life" they're livin' got 'em feudin' like the Hatfields and McCoys