Gratuitous Musickal Posting (TM)

Those of you who think I spend too much time harping on Bach and Mozart would have been gratified, I think, at the sight of me bopping down the Georgetown Pike in my Jeep this morning, singing along to Toby Keith's "You Ain't Much Fun Since I Quit Drinkin'" at the top of my voice:

I used to come home late and not a minute too soon
Barkin' like a dog, howlin' at the moon
You'd be mad as an ol' wet hen
Up all night wonderin' where I'd been

I'd fall down and say come help me honey
You laughed out loud, I guess you thought it was funny
But I sobered up and I got to thinkin'
Girl you ain't much fun since I quit drinkin'

Now I'm paintin' the house and I'm mendin' the fence
I guess I've gone and lost all my good sense
Too much work is hard for your health
I could've died drinkin' now I'm killing myself

And I'm feedin' the dog, sackin' the trash
It's honey do this, honey do that
I sobered up and I got to thinkin'
Girl you ain't much fun since I quit drinkin'

Now I'm fixin' the sink and I'm mowin' the grass
And you've made me a list and I'm bustin' my.... well
All broke down, tail's been draggin'
It's a rough old life up here on the wagon

And I'm feedin' the dog, sackin' the trash
It's honey do this, honey do that
I sobered up and I got to thinkin'
Girl you ain't much fun since I quit drinkin'

Yeah I sobered up and I got to thinkin'
Girl you ain't much fun since I quit drinkin'

"Drinkin'", of course, sung in a proper Southern accent comes out something close to "drahkin'".

In general, I can take Toby or leave him alone. But I do like this song. Better not to enquire too closely why, I suppose.