I remember being a kid. I remember being a kid in a really cool old country bar. I think I was in South Dakota. I remember a Jukebox. I remember dark red booths. I remember people drinking beer. I remember OLD style REAL country music. To this day, when I hear old style country music, or visit a bar with red booths, it affects me.
To be clear, I DO NOT mean music by Shinawa Twain. Or any modern country. I mean, Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson, Waylon Jennings.
This may coinside with me and my inner 80 year old man. I’m just sayin’…
And I thought of this song recently when it comes to myself Max…
Agreed ^^