Well, I don't think it ever did, but in the early '60s I got interested in folk music.
And I think it's safe to say that the single very impressive figure to me was Merle Haggard.
I've been to Paris. And it ain't that pretty at all.
The hurt gets worse as the heart grows harder.
I'd like to go back to Paris someday and visit the Lourve museum, get a good running start, and hurl myself at the wall.
Can't you just imagine digging up the King, begging him to sing about those heavenly mansions Jesus mentioned.