Sad news today for country music lovers everywhere. As I was thinking about what song I wanted to post here, I debated about whether or not this one was too obvious. But I decided that there was no other choice, really.
I have a vivid memory of when this song was popular. I was about ten years old, and it could often be heard coming out of the gigantic console stereo my parents had back then. The song was on frequently enough that I pretty much knew all the words, but one thing puzzled me. So I asked my dad why the song said "they placed a wreath upon his door." And my dad explained that it was a funeral wreath, that the man in the song had died. And I remember so clearly the light bulb going on in my head, realizing what the song was really about, and how sad it was, and that moment was, I think, the first time music made the hair stand up on the back of my neck.
My response to this song is still the same. It's physical. It makes my spine tingle and my heart hurt. And when the violins come up and George starts wailing that title verse, it makes my eyes fill with tears. Every. single. time.
No other choice, really.