I've always said that I didn't care for it very much. ALL my family listens to it ALL the time. (I mean my brothers and sister). Well, this morning I listened to country music all the way down to Granite City and back. And, yes, I liked it.
I heard about a father loving his daughter, about a daughter who never heard from her father, about a homeless man who was person - dang it all - and had a life and treasured memories, about how women rule the world (hey, I understand that one. There's a wedding going down in this family!). And I heard about how in the worst times you keep on going, and that the Lord's set angels around you to help you out in ways you can't even guess. In short, the words were a lot more than just a man losing his dog, his wife and his best friend as the old joke runs. I confess, I liked it.
Our former choir director from long ago, Andy Mueller, always said: "It's amazing to me you don't like country music, because that's how you sing." Maybe it is, and maybe that's not all that bad. I LIKE to slide. ;)