So I was listening to the country station the other day in the truck. (Perhaps it’s driving a pickup truck? *g* No, not really.) I actually listen to many different types of music—current favorite CD: Ten Thousand Fists by Disturbed.
But country’s my “go to” music. I think country song writers are wonderful storytellers, and many of the songs—even the tragic ones—are like mini-romances, too. (“She Didn’t Have Time” by Terri Clark—total romantic short story.) And most off all, country keeps it real.
So I’m driving down the road when a Brad Paisley song I hadn’t heard came on. It got to the chorus and I swear I almost drove off the shoulder. I looked at my son and said, “Did he just say what I think he said?”
‘Cause I’d like to see you
Out in the moonlight
I’d like to kiss you
Way back in the sticks
I’d like to walk you
Through a field of wildflowers
And I’d like to check you for ticks
There is such a thing as too real, I guess.
Dude, not so sexy.