On the way home from work, my other brother called me and asked me if I’d heard this song about a guy who is hanged and there’s a murder and the man who ran looked a lot like him and the girl cries all over his bones. He said, “It’s some traditional song.”
I said, “No it’s not! It’s one of my favorite country music songs ever!”
And he said he was going to learn to play it.
He called me right now and we looked the song up on Amazon.com and I played a bunch of 30 second snippets of different people’s versions so that he could hear it.
And I said, “Do you want to hear Bill Monroe’s version?”
And he was all, “Betsy, come on. You know I can’t sing that high.”
But what the fuck, people? I have never heard my brother sing.
But you know what?
I just might, now.