Drivin' while kissin', they'll put you away

So, I like to drive Boston crazy, force Boston to listen to country brighten Boston's day, when I can, by sending him some bit of poetry I'm writing, some bit of poetry I'm reading or a song lyric that makes me think of him.  I like to think it's part of my obsession charm.  When I sent him this song, he quipped, "are all country songs about whiskey?".  I snarked back, "I don't know, are all cute city boy stories about grain alcohol?" (We'll save that for another day).



But maaaaaan.  There is somethin to this song.  It gets all tingly-tangled up in my head and I'm hummin' it all day long.  Must be a pretty-redheaded-country-girl-thing.