Country before country was cool.

by chuckofish

As my mother explained on the blog, last Tuesday, I drove from St. Louis to Springfield and then from Springfield to Jefferson City. It was quite the haul–but really not that bad. And, of course, I heard a lot of country radio. Once you get passed Rolla, the radio stations come and go quickly, so I did a lot of scanning. And heard a lot of small town stations. I had never heard this song–but don’t worry, I happened upon it TWICE on the drive.

This song poses a good question: what is your country song? Of course to answer that, you have to decide your genre. Afterall, we all know:

Is your country song a drinking song, a broken heart song, one of those songs with a lot of words that for some reason your brain remembers even though you can’t remember what you wanted to write down when you went to look for a pen, a story song, a gospel song that also counts as tithing, or Shania Twain? Well, let’s go girls.

Sidenote: Can I also just say that I hope your song is not Fancy!

Anyway, while on my drive, I observed another theme: songs about being country. I mean, really celebrating it, like these guys. But are you familiar with this gem? Yep, heard this on my drive.

Just look at those jeans. And that hair. Country’s favorite Texapino, as he called himself back in the day. Anyway, I suspect, we’ll be hearing a lot more songs like Thomas Rhett’s newest single in the future:

So, what’s your country song? Lately, my life feels a lot like a Hillbilly Highway. But, I’m not complaining.