I'm an iPod runner. Sorry to all of the "you're disgracing the sport of running by listen to music while doing something that's no one else's business" people. And as many of you know, I listen mostly to hard, angry, blood-pumping, screaming "music" the whole time I trot along. But I was raised on country and it's really my favorite!
But if you really wanna meet a country music fan, you need look no further than my wife Michael, of Slowly Tri-Ing. Man, she can't get enough country music. The yee-haw! The steel guitar! The twang! It's all in her blood. Why just the other day she was humming her new favorite country song ...
You be my Lou'siana, I’ll be your Mississippi
You be my little Loretta, I’ll be your Conway Twitty
You be my sugar baby, I’ll be your sweet iced tea
You be my honeysuckle, I’ll be your honey bee
You be my little Loretta, I’ll be your Conway Twitty
You be my sugar baby, I’ll be your sweet iced tea
You be my honeysuckle, I’ll be your honey bee
Yeah that girl loves everything country ... mud flaps, shot guns, hound dogs, & Walker Texas Ranger! Cowgirl Up sweetie!
... be great today! (the contents of this post may not accurately depict Michael's views on country music)
