I’ve been listening to the country song, Beer for my Horses. All I can see, despite the beautiful bass soloist, is a woman leading a gang of vigilantes. The song is otherwise just a sop to a manhood that is thankfully shrinking. If it’s a woman you hear, the song has edge and purpose. Try it with my ears. See how it suits you.
The other country song I’m hearing all wrong is I Love This Bar. I sing it, “I love this church.” The everyone is welcome and recognized just for being themselves reminds me of the best church experiences I’ve had, though a lot of those churches were against drinking. Mercy ought to be poured out like alcohol. It has many of the same effects without any hangover.
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