If you’re having a tough day, there’s nothing like listening to sad country music to make you feel better. All your real-life troubles take on a new perspective after 15 or 10 minutes of listening to variations of, “You’re gone, and I’ll never get over it, and I’ve been here in the bar drowning my sorrows for 13 years now, but I still can’t understand why you left me.”
Then there are the times when real life just begs to be a sad country song. The other night, for example, I got a phone call from a family member while she was “delivering pizzas in the rain.”
With a line like that to start with, the rest of the song practically writes itself:
Since you left with all our money
All my luck went down the drain.
Now I’m out in my old pickup
Delivering pizzas in the rain.
My only hope is that one evening
When that phone begins to ring,
I will hear you ask me sweetly
For “a large with everything.”
With my heart as extra topping,
I will rush it to your door.
And the only tip I’ll ask for
Is to see your face once more.
Now, that’s extra cheese.
I don’t know about you, but I feel better already. Except for a slight craving for Canadian bacon and black olives.