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[primroseburrows]

I think this post is gonna categorise me as the nerdy do-gooder I really am, but...

Although I really don't like modern country (I basically hate it unless you're Garth Brooks), I wanted to say...

This song, cheesy as it is, still makes me cry. 'Cause i'ts true, yo.

He was driving home one evening,
In his beat up Pontiac
When an old lady flagged him down,
Her Mercedes had a flat
He could see that she was frightened,
Standing out there in the snow
'Til he said I'm here to help you ma'am,
By the way my name is Joe

She said I'm from St. Louis,
And I'm only passing through
I must have seen a hundred cars go by,
This is awful nice of you
When he changed the tire,
And closed her trunk
And was about to drive away,
She said how much do I owe you
Here's what he had to say

You don't owe me a thing, I've been there too
Someone once helped me out,
Just the way I'm helping you
If you really want to pay me back,
Here's what you do
Don't let the chain of love end with you

Well a few miles down the road,
The lady saw a small cafe
She went in to grab a bite to eat,
And then be on her way
But she couldn't help but notice,
How the waitress smiled so sweet
And how she must've been eight months along,
And dead on her feet

And though she didn't know her story,
And she probably never will
When the waitress went to get her change,
From a hundred dollar bill
The lady slipped right out the door,
And on a napkin left a note
There were tears in the waitress's eyes,
When she read what she wrote

You don't owe me a thing,
I've been there too
Someone once helped me out,
Just the way I'm helping you
If you really want to pay me back,
Here's what you do
Don't let the chain of love end with you

That night when she got home from work,
The waitress climbed into bed
She was thinkin' about the money,
And what the lady's note had said
As her husband lay there sleeping,
She whispered soft and low
Everything's gonna be alright, I love you, Joe

Comments

[robinhoo.livejournal.com]

Right, so cheesy modern country music and I have a very weird relationship. I have mad schnoogles for classic country, because hi, it's part of our cultural heritage. Also, Willie Nelson kicks many varieties of ass, as does Johnny Cash. But I really want to hate modern country, because... well, as noted, it's cheesy. I mean, I have my musical pride, right? I have a reputation as a musical goddess to uphold. However, far too much of it is way, WAY too successful at its goal -- that is, yanking my heartstrings into a big gifty-type bow. This song is one of those. The first time I heard this, I said to myself, 'Oh, God, another schlocky piece of country crap that will make a zillion... WAH!!!!' And then I bawled so much I practically had to pull over to the side of the road. *shakes head* It's just so very wrong. I mean, how do they do that? I think these people make deals with the Devil. And you, Prim, are now the Devil's minion, because now I have to go to iTunes and download this song. :p

[primroseburrows.livejournal.com]

Clay Walker's not in the same league with the Old School country stars (Willie and Johnny are just about my favourites!), but still.

And bwah. *evil grin*