Forgot about those two. Love them, too. When this aging redneck figured out Spotify, and got a truck that lets me play the phone through the speakers, a devil was created. Nothing but old stuff in that rig, ever. It’s a refuge from the modern world, especially once I hit the gravel on the way home.
And to hell with McGraw and his tramp, and you can keep that trampy snot nose brat Underwood, too. Most of these new singers aren’t fit to polish Waylon or Merle’s boots.
