Country Podcast-Annika Allen

We're in turn on Sound Breaks Radio. YEE-HAW! Alright guys, today's topic is country music. We're gonna stick with the American stereotype, since I am, of course, your favorite American DJ on the Sound Breaks Radio. And so, for the first song, we're gonna go with Stuck Like Glue by Sugarland, which happens to be a personal favorite. Here you go. Mmm, baby Mmm, baby Absolutely no one knows me better No one can make me feel so good How did we stay so long together When everybody, everybody said we never would And just when I, I started to think they're right Their love has died There you go, making my heart beat again Heart beat again, heart beat again There you go, making me feel like a kid Won't you do it, do it one time There you go, pullin' me right back in Right back in, right back in And I know I'm never lettin' this go If I throw you, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, stuck like glue You and me, baby, we're stuck like glue Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, stuck like glue You and me, baby, we're stuck like glue Some days I don't feel like tryin' Some days you know I wanna just give up When it doesn't matter who's right about it All night had enough You give me that look I'm sorry, baby, let's make up You do that thing that makes me laugh And just like that There you go, making my heart beat again Heart beat again, heart beat again There you go, making me feel like a kid Won't you do it, do it one time There you go, pullin' me right back in Right back in, right back in And I know I'm never lettin' this go If I throw you, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, stuck like glue You and me, baby, we're stuck like glue Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, stuck like glue You and me, baby, we're stuck like glue Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, you almost fell Two stuck together from the head to the tail Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, feelin' kinda sick Just a stone full of sugar Make it better real quick, I say Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, what you gonna do with that? Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, come on over here with that Sugar sticky sweet stuff Come on give me that stuff Everybody wants some Melodies against us Up in your head Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, up in your head Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, up in your head Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, up in your head Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, stuck like glue You and me together, say it's all I wanna do I said, there you go, makin' my heart beat again Heart beat again, heart beat again There you go, makin' me feel like a kid Won't you do it and do it one time? There you go, pullin' me right back in Right back in, right back in And I know, I'm never lettin' this go There you go, makin' my heart beat again Heart beat again, heart beat again There you go, makin' me feel like a kid Won't you do it and do it one time? There you go, pullin' me right back in Right back in, right back in And I know, I'm never lettin' this go Oh, you, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, stuck like glue You and me, baby, we're stuck like glue Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, stuck like glue You and me, baby, we're stuck like glue Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, stuck like glue You and me, baby, we're stuck like glue Alright, what a wonderful song, I'm tellin' ya So up next, we have House Party by Sam Hunt Keepin' the upbeat vibe going You're on the couch, blowin' up my phone You don't wanna come out, but you don't wanna be alone It don't take but two to have a little soirée If you're in the mood, sit tight right where you are, bae Cause I'll be at your door in ten minutes Whatever you got on, girl, stay in it You ain't got nothin' to lose Whatever you got on, girl, stay in it You ain't gotta leave the house to have a good time I'm gonna bring the good time on to you We'll have a house party, we don't need nobody Turn your TV off, break that toolbox down We'll wake up all the neighbors, build a whole blockade To send the cops to show up and try to shut us down If you're gonna be a homebody We're gonna have a house party If you wanna be a homebody We're gonna have a house party So we'll need our T-shirt over the lampshade I'll take the furniture, slide it out of the way Shakin' the floor, rattlin' the roof We'll go to town right there in your living room Let's have a house party, we don't need nobody Turn your TV off, break that toolbox down We'll wake up all the neighbors, build a whole blockade To send the cops to show up and try to shut us down If you're gonna be a homebody We're gonna have a house party If you wanna be a homebody We're gonna have a house party If you wanna be a homebody We're gonna have a house party If you wanna be a homebody We're gonna have a house party If you wanna be a homebody We're gonna have a house party If you wanna be a homebody We're gonna have a house party If you wanna be a homebody Let's have a house party, we don't need nobody Turn your TV off, break that toolbox down We'll wake up all the neighbors, build a whole blockade To send the cops to show up and try to shut us down If you're gonna be a homebody We're gonna have a house party If you wanna be a homebody We're gonna have a house party If you wanna be a homebody We're gonna have a house party If you wanna be a homebody We're gonna have a house party If you wanna be a homebody Alright, next up we're gonna keep the vacation vibes going Since it's midweek and there's nothing better than dreaming about the vacation you wish you were on We're gonna go with Knee Deep by Zac Brown Band Featuring Jimmy Buffett who recently passed R.I.P. Gonna put the world away for a minute Pretend I don't live in it Sunshine gonna wash my blues away Had sweet love but I lost it She got too close so I fought it Now I'm lost in the world trying to find me a better way Wishing I was Knee deep in the water somewhere Got the blue sky breeze and it don't seem fair Only worry in the world is the tide gonna reach my chair Sunrise, there's a fire in the sky Never been so happy, never felt so high And I think I might have found me my own kind of paradise Floating hooks, they'll be back in a minute Bought a boat and I sailed off in it Don't think anybody's gonna miss me anyway My eyes on a permanent vacation The ocean is my only medication Wishing my condition ain't ever gonna go away And now I'm Knee deep in the water somewhere Got the blue sky breeze blowing wind through my hair Only worry in the world is the tide gonna reach my chair Sunrise, there's a fire in the sky Never been so happy, never felt so high And I think I might have found me my own kind of paradise This champagne is sure Washing over me It's a sweet, sweet life Living by the salt of the sea One day you Could be as lost as me Change your geography Maybe you might be Knee deep in the water somewhere Got the blue sky breeze blowing wind through my hair Only worry in the world is the tide gonna reach my chair Sunrise, there's a fire in the sky Never been so happy, never felt so high And I think I might have found me my own kind of paradise Come on in the water now Find yourself a lit slice Grab a backpack, a light You never know until you try When you lose yourself You find the key to paradise So, a point that I wanted to bring up in this podcast was country music is very niche. It's a very niche topic. But there is a lot of different ways that you can incorporate country twang and the vibes of it all into songs. And I believe that Miranda Lambert does a wonderful job of that. A lot of her songs are about country twang, but there is a lot of different ways that you can incorporate country twang and the vibes of it all into songs. And I believe that Miranda Lambert does a wonderful job of that. A lot of her songs are about cheating and murder, which country music does have a sub-genre of. But what I love about Miranda Lambert is the sound of her voice. So, up next we have It All Comes Out in the Wash by Miranda Lambert. It All Comes Out in the Wash If you wear a white shirt to a crawfish bowl Don't wash jeans while you're changing the oil When you find yourself taking the bridesmaid's dick You accidentally bring her to the wedding Whoop! If you pour yourself a Myrtillo to go You dip your fries and you catch up on a bumpy road You spill the beans to your mama's sister Got knocked up in a truck at the 7-Eleven Don't sweat it It'll all come out It'll all come out in the wash It'll all come out It'll all come out in the wash Every little thing, every little heartbreak No matter how messy you got You take a sin and a sin And you throw them all in And you put that sucker on spin You got frisky with your boss at the coffee machine You're drunk without your ex-husband, don't remember a thing Had a fancy dinner at your mother-in-law's Still ain't one sauce on the tablecloth Don't sweat it, I'll fix it It'll all come out It'll all come out in the wash It'll all come out It'll all come out in the wash Every little thing, every little heartbreak No matter how messy you got You take a sin and a sin And you throw them all in And you put that sucker on spin And you put that sucker on spin You gotta put that sucker on spin And the laundry list goes like this Every teardrop, every white lie Every dirty card you see, you let it lie dry All the lipsticks, all the wild trees That's why the good Lord made me It'll all come out It'll all come out in the wash It'll all come out It'll all come out in the wash Every little thing, every little heartbreak No matter how messy you got You take a sin and a sin And you throw them all in And you put that sucker on spin And you put that sucker on spin And you put that sucker on spin And you put that sucker on spin And you put that sucker on spin And you put that sucker on spin And you put that sucker on spin Another powerhouse that you just can't deny in country music is Carrie Underwood. So we're going to play a fan favorite of Before He Cheats. Enjoy. Right now, she's probably slow dancing with a bleached blonde tramp And she's probably getting thirsty Right now, she's probably buying her some fruity little drink Cause she can't shoot whiskey Right now, she's probably up behind her with a toothpick Showing her how to shoot a combo And she don't know And she don't know I dug my key into the side of his pretty little suit Just hope it'll dry Turned my name into his legacy A silver Louisville sweater to both his eyes His master home and all four tires Maybe next time I'll play Before He Cheats Carrie Underwood Right now, she's probably up singing some white trash version of Shania Carioca Right now, she's probably saying I'm drunk And he's a-thinking that he's gonna get lucky Right now, he's probably dabbing on $3 worth of that bathroom polo And he don't know I dug my key into the side of his pretty little suit Just hope it'll dry Turned my name into his legacy A silver Louisville sweater to both his eyes His master home and all four tires Maybe next time I'll play Before He Cheats I might have saved a little cover for the next girl I'll call the next time that he cheats Oh, you know it won't be on me No, not on me I dug my key into the side of his pretty little suit Just hope it'll dry Turned my name into his legacy A silver Louisville sweater to both his eyes His master home and all four tires Maybe next time I'll play Before He Cheats Oh, maybe next time I'll play Before he cheats Oh, before he cheats Since we're on the genre of country, we might as well enjoy it. So this is a song called No Sad Songs by Nico Moon, which has a little twang to it. So I hope you guys like it. I don't wanna hear no sad songs Alright I'm out of cutting and loops You think it's hunting season By the way, I'm killing the goose Yeah, it's got me feeling the groove Two-stepping with my baby Breaking in these new Casey boots Say something we can sing Play something we can race Hell in a drink Don't get me going Just to throw it lower down Pour up another round I don't wanna hear no sad songs I just wanna have some fun tonight It's another wasted last call A drink in my hand Got me feeling right It's been a long week Gone wrong week Keep that good time spinning on repeat I don't wanna hear no sad songs I don't wanna hear no sad songs Come on, play that wagon with us Turn up that street home Alabama Give me all of the fish Don't forget to take a ride I wanna turn up with a little sweet Caroline So say something we can sing Play something we can race Hell in a drink Don't get me going Just to throw it lower down Pour up another round I don't wanna hear no sad songs I just wanna have some fun tonight It's another wasted last call A drink in my hand Got me feeling right It's been a long week Gone wrong week Keep that good time spinning on repeat I don't wanna hear no sad songs I don't wanna hear no sad songs I don't wanna hear no sad songs I just wanna have some fun tonight It's another wasted last call A drink in my hand Got me feeling right It's been a long week Gone wrong week Keep that good time spinning on repeat I don't wanna hear no sad songs I don't wanna hear no sad songs I don't wanna hear no sad songs I don't wanna hear no sad songs I don't wanna hear no sad songs I don't wanna hear no sad songs I just wanna have some fun tonight It's another wasted last call A drink in my hand Got me feeling right It's been a long week Gone wrong week Keep that good time spinning on repeat I don't wanna hear no sad songs I don't wanna hear no sad songs I don't wanna hear no sad songs I don't wanna hear no sad songs I don't wanna hear no sad songs I don't wanna hear no sad songs I don't wanna hear no sad songs I don't wanna hear no sad songs I don't wanna hear no sad songs I don't wanna hear no sad songs I don't wanna hear no sad songs I don't wanna hear no sad songs I don't wanna hear no sad songs I don't wanna hear no sad songs I don't wanna hear no sad songs I don't wanna hear no sad songs I don't wanna hear no sad songs I don't wanna hear no sad songs I don't wanna hear no sad songs I don't wanna hear no sad songs I don't wanna hear no sad songs My friend the captain We call him Morgan He likes to anchor down and hang over the mornin' A little bit of red Might a bit of white Don't matter what it is It's gonna make it all alright The wine, the beer, the whiskey Are the only things that make me I'm not sayin' it's a problem I can stop it if I wanna The wine, the beer, the whiskey They always get me My friend named Tito He's my amigo I'm gonna follow him around wherever he go The wine, the beer, the whiskey I got all my friends here with me I'm not sayin' it's a problem I can stop it if I wanna The wine, the beer, the whiskey They always get me They always get me They always get me They always get me Now, I may not have gotten you guys to like country music just yet But there are some classics that you just can't ignore And Dolly Parton is one of those names that just has so many of those classics under her belt So, now of course, here's Jolene by Dolly Parton Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I'm beggin' of you, please don't take my man Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Please don't take him just because you can Your beauty is beyond compare With flaming locks of auburn hair With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green Your smile is like a breath of spring Your voice is soft like summer rain And I cannot compete with you, Jolene He talks about you in his sleep And there's nothing I can do to keep from cryin' When he calls your name, Jolene And I can easily understand How you could easily take my man But you don't know what he means to me, Jolene Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I'm beggin' of you, please don't take my man Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Please don't take him just because you can You could have your choice of man That I could never love again He's the only one for me, Jolene I had to have this talk with you My happiness depends on you And whatever you decide to do, Jolene Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I'm beggin' of you, please don't take my man Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Please don't take him even though you can Jolene, Jolene So, the funny thing is Is that big names sure do have their classics But what better than to respond to those songs Especially about cheating There's a new artist named Cam Who I listen to her music in all genres But she did a response to Dolly Parton's Jolene Called Diane from the perspective of Jolene And I really hope that you guys like it as much as I do Oh, I promise I didn't know he was your man I would have noticed a gold wedding band Diane, I'd rather you hate me than not understand Oh, Diane You picked the time and the place Don't know how much this hurts I gave him my heart to break Now I know he broke yours first Lying right there in my bed While he was lying to you Believing the words that he said How could we be such fools In all those nights that he's given to me I wish that I could give them back to you Diane, I promise I didn't know he was your man I would have noticed a gold wedding band Diane, I'd rather you hate me than not understand Oh, Diane You can blame me if it helps That's what a good wife will do But you're only cheating yourself Using him over the street In all those nights that he's given to me I wish that I could give them back to you Diane, I promise I didn't know he was your man I would have noticed a gold wedding band Diane, I'd rather you hate me than not understand Oh, Diane Oh, Diane, Diane Oh, Diane Oh, I'd rather you hate me than not understand Oh, Diane In all those nights that he's given to me I wish that I could give them back to you Alright, just another fun one called You Lie by the band Perry Enjoy It ain't complicated Well, I've grown to hate it I never liked the taste of crow The baby I ate it They tried to warn me They said that you were on me So don't bring me those big brown eyes And tell me that you're sorry Well, you might as well throw gasoline on a fire The way you lie You lie like a crackling Persian rug on a rich man's floor And you lie like a condom basket in the sunshine on my porch Well, you lie like a baby in a pocketload at the grocery store It just comes away too natural for you The way you lie That ain't my perfume I bet she had a curfew You told me you were out with the boys And baby, I believe you knew But why you looking so nervous? You know you're gonna deserve this I oughta kill you right now And do the whole wide world a service Well, my daddy's gonna straighten you out Like a piece of what? Like a piece of what? The way you lie You lie like the man with the slicked back hair Who stole me that boy And you lie like a pine tree in the backyard of your last month's dorm Well, you lie like a baby in a pocketload at the grocery store It just comes away too natural for you The way you lie Well, I'll tell you what I'm gonna do I'm gonna drive I'm gonna drive to the big ol' Bundy River I'm gonna park my car in the middle of the mile long bridge And I'm gonna cry Well, maybe just a little Then I'm gonna slip off the ring that you put on my finger And give it a big ol' sling And watch it sink Down, down, down There it's gonna lie Well, the Lord calls my story and I'll pretend You lie like a topless Persian bride on a rich man's door You lie like a condom packet in the sunshine on my porch Well, you lie like a penny in a pocketload at the grocery store It just comes away too natural for you The way you lie The way you lie Well, it's what you do, it's who you are Girl, it's high time I tell you No more messing around Time to lay these cards on the table And just throw it all out I'm talking you and me We're the same street name Same last name Same everything It's a real thing, a house built thing So I'm gonna go on and take a swing You find a spot and I'll find the money You be the pretty and I'll be the funny You plant the flowers, I'll plant the kisses Baby, let's get right down to business I'll hang the pictures, you hang the stars You pick the paint, I'll pick a good car I'll sing you a song out there with the crickets and the frogs You name the babies and I'll name the dogs You can park your car in the driveway I'll park my truck in the grass I'll put a little swing on the front porch If you put a little tea in my glass Watch the sunset from the gravel road Kiss me in the kitchen on your tippy toes Still lovin' on you and the rooster crows Watchin' way more than the garden grows You find a spot and I'll find the money You be the pretty and I'll be the funny You plant the flowers, I'll plant the kisses Baby, let's get right down to business I'll hang the pictures, you hang the stars You pick the paint, I'll pick a good car I'll sing you a song out there with the crickets and the frogs You name the babies and I'll name the dogs Me layin' next to you every night Sounds like a damn good lie You find a spot and I'll find the money You be the pretty and I'll be the funny You plant the flowers, I'll plant the kisses Baby, let's get right down to business I'll hang the pictures, you hang the stars You pick the paint, I'll pick a good car I'll sing you a song out there with the crickets and the frogs You name the babies and I'll name the dogs You name the babies and I'll name the dogs You name the babies and I'll name the dogs You name the babies and I'll name the dogs My very first concert that I ever went to was with my parents to a band called Old Dominion which is the state motto of Virginia where the bandmates are all from so this is called Break Up With Him one of my favorites by them Hey girl, what's up? I know it's late but I knew you'd pick it up Naw, I ain't drunk Okay, maybe I do have a little buzz but that song came on and I just thought what harm could come from one little call I know you say you're takin' but I say, girl, you're takin' too long So tell them that it's over Bring it on over Strangin' out alone in it all Girl, just wait and press time Girl, you know I can't wait Rip it off just like a band-aid The way you look at me Girl, you can't pretend I know you ain't in love with him, break up with him I know you don't wanna break his heart but that ain't no good reason to be keepin' us apart Look, just tell him it's you, it ain't him Maybe you could lie to him and say you'd still be friends Whatever you got to say to get through to him that you ain't in love Come on, you can't deny that you and I kinda fit like a glove So tell him that it's over Bring it on over Strangin' out alone in it all Girl, just wait and press time Girl, you know I can't wait Rip it off just like a band-aid It ain't my business to be all up in But I know you ain't in love with him, break up with him I know that you're so done with him, break up with him, break up with him If you woulda hung up by now If you weren't thinkin' it too No pressure, whatever, just do what you gotta do But if I was you, I'd tell him that it's over And bring it on over Strangin' out alone in it all Girl, just wait and press time Girl, you know I can't wait Rip it off just like a band-aid Yeah, I know I said it, but I'll say it again I know you ain't in love with him, break up with him The way you look at me, girl, you can't pretend I know you ain't in love with him, break up with him Just break up with him So this is Chris Jansen with the song, Buy Me a Boat, enjoy I ain't rich, but I damn sure wanna be Workin' like a dog all day, ain't workin' for me I wish I had a rich uncle that'd kick the bucket And I was sittin' on a pile like a warren But I know everybody says money can't buy happiness But it can buy me a boat It can buy me a truck to pull It can buy me a Yeti 110 out there with some silver bullets And I know what they say, money can't buy everything Well, maybe it don't But it can buy me a boat They call me redneck, white trash, and blue collar But I could change all that if I had a couple million dollars I keep hearin' that money is the root of all evil And you can't fit a camel through the eye of a needle I'm sure that's probably true But it still sounds pretty cool Cause it can buy me a boat It can buy me a truck to pull It can buy me a Yeti 110 out there with some silver bullets And I know what they say, money can't buy everything Well, maybe it don't But it can buy me a boat Smoke, smoke, down on the water with a beer I hit the powerball while I was sittin' on a hundred mil Well, that'll buy me a brand new ride for real But it can buy me a boat It can buy me a truck to pull It can buy me a Yeti 110 out there with some silver bullets And I know what they say, money can't buy everything Well, maybe it don't But it can buy me a boat And I know what they say, money can't buy everything Well, maybe it don't But it can buy me a boat Yeah, yeah, it can buy me a boat What else would there be in country music? Enjoy! Dry lightning cracks across the sky No storm clouds gather in her eyes Daddy was a mean old mister Mama was an angel in the sound The weatherman called for a twister And he prayed, slow it down There's not enough rain in Oklahoma To wash the sins out of that house There's not enough wind in Oklahoma To rip the nails out of the pile The better every wind does, there's no going away Every brick, every bone, every slant is all going away There's nothing left standing, nothing left of yesterday Everything's like whiskey, never re-blown away She heard those sirens screaming out Daddy laid there, passed out on the couch She locked herself in the cellar Listening to the screaming of the wind Some people call it taking shelter She called it sweet revenge The better every wind does, there's no going away Every brick, every bone, every slant is all going away There's nothing left standing, nothing left of yesterday Everything's like whiskey, never re-blown away There's not enough rain in Oklahoma To wash the sins out of that house There's not enough wind in Oklahoma To rip the nails out of the pile The better every wind does, there's no going away Every brick, every bone, every slant is all going away There's nothing left standing, nothing left of yesterday There's not enough rain There's not enough wind There's not enough rain There's not enough wind There's not enough wind There's not enough wind There's not enough wind Marianne and Wanda were the best of friends All through their high school days Both members of the 4-H club, both active in the FFA After graduation, Marianne went out Looking for a bright new world Wanda looked all around this town And all she found was Earl Well, it wasn't two weeks after she got married That Wanda started getting abused She'd put on dark glasses, long sleeved blouses And big coats to cover her bruise Well, she finally got the nerve to file for divorce She let them all take it from there But Earl walked right through that restraining order And put her in an intensive care Right away, Marianne drew in from Atlanta On a red-eyed midnight flight She held Wanda's hand and they worked out a plan And it didn't take them long to decide That Earl had to die Goodbye, Earl Don't forget Pete Pete He's taking it all out on me, Earl You've been awake Why don't you go to bed and sleep, Earl And ignore The rest of this mess, Carl Goodbye, Wanda The cops came by to bring Earl in They searched the house high and low Then they kept their hats and said Thank you, ladies, if you hear from him, let us know Well, the weeks went by And spring turned to summer And summer faded into fall And it turns out he was a missing person Nobody missed at all So the girl bought the man that Earl sat and danced Out on Highway 109 Earl couldn't see him, the strawberry jam And they don't lose any sleep at night Cause Earl had to die Goodbye, Earl We need a break Let's go back to the lake, Earl We'll take a left Back to where you grew up, Earl Was that alright? Good! Thank you for the ride, Earl Hey! Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey I told you on the day we met I was gonna love you till I'm dead Made you wait till our wedding night That's the first and the last time I'll wear white So it's time to find every do come and lose Time in and out like a hangman's move Cause I'll go to heaven or I'll go to hell Before I'll see you with someone else Put me in the ground Put me face first down And let the stone say He loves a girl that only crushes Loving one man just a little too much Get you down before I do I'm gonna tell the grand digger that he better dig two Well, it won't be whiskey, it won't be meth It'll be a name on my life's list It's the worst that's ever do us part The corner of a car and a broken heart Put me in the ground Put me face first down And let the stone say He loves a girl that only crushes Loving one man just a little too much Get you down before I do I'm gonna tell the grand digger that he better dig two Dig two I took your name when I fell from the ground I met him back then and I'm here right now Oh, right now It's too bad that I never do come along If we're ever, ever in for you If that ring gets a little too tight You might as well read me my last rites And let the stone say He loves a girl that only crushes Loving one man just a little too much Get you down before I do I'm gonna tell the grand digger that he better dig two Let you eat a stone right next to mine We'll be together till the end of time Get you down before I do I'm gonna tell the grand digger that he better dig two I told you on the day we wed I was gonna love you till last day Alright, now of course country music is always trying to encompass the small town vibes that are at it's heart and so to end the podcast we're gonna go with Good Directions by Billy Currington which of course takes the cake on these small town vibes Enjoy I was sitting there Selling turnips on a flatbed truck Crunching on a pork rind when she pulled up She had to be thinking this is where it next comes from At Hollywood, written on her license plate She was lost and looking for the interstate Needing directions I was a man full of jobs I told her way up yon to pass the caution light There's a little country store with an old coal sign You gotta stop at an Aspen spill For some of her sweet tea Then a left would take you to the interstate But a right would bring you right back here to me I was sitting there Thinking bout her pretty face Kicking myself for not catching her name I threw my hat and thought you folks Could have been in love I knew my old four couldn't run her down She probably didn't like me anyhow So I watched her disappear into a cloud of dust I told her way up yon to pass the caution light There's a little country store with an old coal sign You gotta stop at an Aspen spill For some of her sweet tea Then a left would take you to the interstate But a right would bring you right back here to me Is this Georgia heat playing tricks on me Or am I really seeing what I think I see The woman of my dreams coming back to me Hey! She waited way up yon to pass the caution light Don't know why but something felt right When she stopped at an Aspen spill For some of her sweet tea I'll give her a big old blast And send her right back here to me Thank God for good direction And turn em green Thank God for good direction Alright, on an end note to the podcast I did want to ask the viewers, you guys, a question A very serious question So, since we have covered country music At least a little bit of the genre And we realize that the sub-genre of murder is super apparent Do you guys think that a country music singer has ever confessed to murder Of his wife, of her husband We're going to be inclusive here Of anybody's significant other Do you think that they have ever confessed to murdering them through their song They recorded it and hit send And then realized what they did Either way, we're going to just say it's speculation But the fact that it appears so frequently Has just got to be outright mysterious So, let me know what you guys think Write in, comment on the Country Music Stars YouTube video Whatever you want to do to feel better about it But, thank you for listening This is Annika Allen with Soundbreaks Radio And tune in next week for Alternative Rock, Alternative Pop Genre Thank you for listening