I was a little kid when this song became a country crossover hit.
I liked it. But somehow it was different from everything else on the radio. Not the sound; it was the song that was different.
Years later in the Patsy Cline biopic, Cline complains, “I don’t know how to sing this guy’s songs!” (She learned.)
That guy who wrote the songs that were so different she didn’t know how to sing them? Same guy who wrote this so-different, simple, excellent song.
Fella name of Willie Nelson.
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I like Willie’s style because Willie’s style is every style. He is one of those that can’t be pigeon-holed. He’s an odd duck if you will. Odd ducks start out with people giving them the squinky eye, but turn out to be geniuses in the end. Some people get it right off, a few gradually, while others never do. Thank goodness some people got it.