And, apparently, what they most want to know are the lyrics to the cooler/cooter slushing/sloshing in the bed of truck country song. I say this because of the many, many, many, many hits I’ve had the past few days on this blog from people using those search terms. I doubt typing the sentence “Barack Obama swaps VP candidate Joe Biden for Sarah Palin, while John and Cindy McCain adopt again” would garner as much traffic.
We shall see.
Obviously, I have failed the cooter/cooler slushing/sloshing set miserably. So, 15 points* and my undying gratitude to the first person who can tell me the name and artist of that song. 10 bonus points* if you can tell the world the lyrics that everyone is apparently dying to figure out. 100 points* if you can find it on You Tube, because I couldn’t.
Thank you to everyone who left a comment sharing their favorite country song. The comments brought smiles, because most of those songs are some of my favorites as well. I always turn the radio up when Who I Am (Rosemary’s Granddaughter) comes on, even though my grandmother’s names are Bernice and Eleanore. And Front Porch Looking In (by the way, I’m not asserting these are the actual names of the songs, just what I assume they are called — I’ve never paid that much attention to music), what a great reminder of what is truly important in life. And Randy Travis’ Forever and Ever, Amen! I loved that song (secretly) even back in my country music hating days.
Some of the others I am not particularly familiar with. And Lyle Lovett? Hmm . . . the only thing I think I know about him is that Julia Roberts shocked the world by marrying him not too long after her relationship with Keifer Sutherland (who names their kid Keifer, btw?) imploded due to his alleged tryst with a prostitute. So, basically, I know nothing about Lyle Lovett. Except he has funky hair.
Oh my, now that I’m thinking about it, he may have vampire hair. At least, back when he married Julia Roberts.
And, lastly, yes, what were the writers of The Dukes of Hazzard thinking when they named that guy Cooter? I mean, really, nobody has a trademark on the name Bubba, and it would have done just fine. Though I’m not going to look it up on urbandictionary.com to make sure.
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt says hello.
*All points are meaningless, superfluous, and utterly pointless, but my undying gratitude is real, if not a bit overstated.