Ah the good old days. Back when they wrote songs that made sense.
I love Tom T. Hall. The storyteller.
Tom T. Hall was always my dad's kind of music. When we would run errands as a family my mom and sister were always the ones to run in the store to pick up whatever we needed. Dad and I would sit in the car and listen to the a.m. radio. Almost always it was a country station.
What a sweet song, right? Who can argue with:
"I love honest open smiles, kisses from a child, tomatoes on the vine, and onions
I love winners when they cry, losers when they try, music when it's good, and life
And I love you too"
Of course you can't actually turn the song into a bedtime lullaby. You can't exactly sing "I love coffee in a cup, little fuzzy pups, bourbon in a glass. . . ." I mean, no matter how true it might be for you (and it isn't for me) I just don't think you can get away with bourbon as your lullaby.
But for me, Tom T. Hall singing "I Love" is pretty much like a lullaby. A reminder of days long past. When things were simpler. Days when my dad and I just hung out singing along to the radio.
Good stuff.
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