The MP3 is gone.
Cheating, lust and fenceposts- now that's what I call country. Cryner's dusky voice is reminiscent of Wynonna Judd's, and it must have been a hangover from the Judd franchise's domination that prevented this song from ruling the charts in 1993. Aside from its annoying drum sound, the Nashville production allows the soulful Cryner to pour out her pain like a country Aretha. Completists should know that this disc also includes a convincing duet with Dwight Yoakam.
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Happy Thanksgiving (in Bag)!
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