Time to break out your nudie suit, because here's some classic country coming at ya. Yeah, I get it, this shit is probably de rigueur with all those who dwell in some far off land where only country music is played. And while I live in West Virginia, this shit is still foreign to me. So, this isn't a tears in my beer album all throughout, but there's still plenty of sadness to relish. I don't know if anyone will give a shit about things like this, but it's either post something or try to figure out what the fuck I want to teach about Emerson for tomorrow. I'll go with Buck Owen.