This might come as a shock to some of you who follow me on my personal blog, but at one time I was big into country music. Yes, I know! I saw Alan Jackson, John Anderson, Garth Brooks (3 times), and dreamed of seeing George Strait.
No, I didn’t dress up all Western, but I dreamed about cowboys and sang along with every song that came on the local country music station. Then one day, on my way to class when I was in college, this song came on the radio. It was the first time I’d ever heard Tim McGraw and the song was “Don’t Take the Girl”.
I sobbed all the way to campus. It was awful! I mentioned on another group blog this week that I’m not into sappy love stories or movies. I’m just not. Crying is not a favorite pastime of mine, so after I had a nervous breakdown because Johnny’s girl died…well, I switched from country music to alternative rock. I don’t cry for heavy metal songs (okay, there’s one song that gets me every single time, but it isn’t necessarily a love song), but if I start listening to “The Dance”, or “Don’t Take the Girl”, or “He Stopped Loving Her Today” I get weepy. Bad Danica!
So I’m going to play the sappiest love song I can’t listen to. Let me know if it’s a good version, okay?