Once many moons ago, I was a Radio Guy.
A Disc Jockey.
A Spinner of Stacks of Hot Wax.
Over the course of a decade and a half, I had to have played, by my math, damn near a half a million songs. Mostly country music.
As you can well imagine, an ass load of those songs sucked Swamp Donkey Gonads.
A bunch of ’em had some memorable titles. One of my personal favorites is “Drop Kick Me Jesus Through the Goal Posts of Life” by Bobby Bare.
I wrote a country song once. It was called “If You Wanna Keep Your Beer Cold, Put It Next to My Ex-Wife’s Heart”.