We should just play more Country and Western music on Deal Radio. I like that. I get on well with Country and Western. I prefer it to the head banging crap. I heard the group here in the studio last week. Codeine And The Paracetamols I think they were called.
No, in preference, give me country music any time .
Although, saying that, I heard a very strange C & W song the other day.
It had some weird lyrics to the story it told.
The singer was happy. Now that’s got to be a first. He was a retired rodeo rider who had never got injured. He’d saved all his winnings and never, ever gambled. He’d got a satisfied woman at home who was loyal and faithful and more than happy to cook and clean. He, the cowboy, was never tempted by big bosomed, tattooed barmaids because he was a sober teetotaller. He’d been to Nashville once and bloody hated it. He couldn’t fight his way out of a Stetson and, as a pacifist who always turned the other cheek was a staunch supporter of the American anti gun lobby. His truck had never been repossessed – not once. He now had a good job at the local mill with prospects and a pension option. And, get this, the faithful dog from his childhood was still alive, hadn’t run away and had never even had worms.
Strange but the song made me quite sad.
Mind you, the next track was all about his whisky sodden Grandma having pancreatic cancer.