Country Strong

Listen here

when the stars line up

and you catch a good break

and people think your lucky

but you know it’s grace

it can happen so fast

or a little bit late

timing is everything

you know i’ve had close calls

when it could have been me

i was young when i learned just

how fragile life could be

i lost friends of mine

i guess it wasn’t my time

timing is everythnig

and i could have been a child that got took home

and i would have been one more unfinished song

and when it seems a rhyme is hard to find

that’s when one comes along

just in time

when i remember that day

when our eyes first meet

you ran into the building to get out of the rain

cuz’ you were soaking wet

and as i held the door

you wanted to know my name

timing is everything

and i could have been another minute late

and you never would have crossed my path that day

and when it seems true love is hard to find

that’s when love comes along

just in time

well you can call it fate

or destiny

sometimes it really

seems like

it’s a mystery

cause you can be hurt by love

or healed by the same

timing is everything

and it can happen so fast

or a little bit late

timing is everything

Laying here unable to sleep, I played a song, I've loved for sometime, and found myself crying within seconds.

I saw Country Strong. And I don’t want to talk about it.

BUT, I do want to talk about how the soundtrack reminded me that very few things sound as good as that languid twirling, deep stretching drawl of country music and a great deep male voice.

I listen and think this is how lyrics were meant to be sung. Wrenched out and bellowed and shipped off, sent slow and sweet as mail. Waylon and Willie, Kris, Johnny and Merle. And all the disciples they inspired, all the indie boys and girls whose country slips still show beneath their rock uniforms.

Listen to this song. Just set down your hipster flag for three minutes, tip back in your chair. If you’re lucky enough to be wearing boots, prop them on up on your desk and just. listen. to. this song. I hope it moves you like it moved me.

Listen and tell me it doesn't feel good on your ears. Especially that bridge. I can’t figure out who that magnificent sharp uptake reminds me of….some voice on some near worn out old record my parents used to play. All I know is that it sounds good, and feels better than most music.

There’s just nothing like an old fashioned country song, and a voice that can make the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Of course, it helps if hes wearing tight wrangler jeans, and has a killer smile and a cowboy hat.

Goodness, i'm wet.