how can you say that you dont like country music, not the nash vegas new corporate crooners masqurading as ghosts of the south... im talking about what you grew up with... the guitars and banjo's and clanging honkey tonk piano the sweet melodies that sound like youve heard them all your life, and you have, you can still remember your mother doing a little two step across the kitchen floor one day while you were still hanging low in her belly. just think back far enough. how can you say that if youve never smoked a joint and listened to willie nelson hum magic or jerry jeff tell us how he got it all wrong again or hank snow mourn for frauline... i can go on and on, cause in the end they tell us that they are from the south and that she finally left him, and he is drunk again, and that his heart is sick and will never heal and that even that is beautifulBirth sign: Taurus
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