Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Music Review: Tim McGraw: Two Lanes of Freedom

I must admit, I am not a big Tim McGraw fan; his songs for the most part remind me of going out with drinking buddies, and since I am not a drinker, many of his songs miss their mark with me.  However, he does get sentimental on occasion, and these songs I enjoy. 
“Friend of a Friend” has a very sentimental feel.  It is a look at a past love, and whether or not getting back together would be possible. 
“Nashville With Out You” is another sentimental song.  It turns out the you is music.  It took me a while to figure that out.  What would Nashville be without music?  A pretty dull town indeed.
“Book of John” is my favorite song of these.  In this case it is a look back and someone’s life after they have passed away. 
"Book Of John"
We were sittin' round the supper table and the buzz of the frigidaire
Was the only sound 'til momma laid down, a book she found upstairs
It was covered in dust in the back of the closet,
Goodwill box we almost tossed it out
We could have lost all those memories

There was a picture of mama in the pouring rain
Ticket stubs to a Braves game
Silver star and a baggage claim from Hanoi, Vietnam
There was a picture of him callin' on grandpa
Leather skin from a baseball
We laughed and cried, told stories all night long
From the book of John

Now the pot of coffee's almost gone, as we turn another page
We're climbing on him like a Jungle Jim, watching his hair turn gray
All the Polaroids are just reminders,
You can't hold life in a three ring binder
We flipped on through 'em anyway

There's a picture at his sister taken in July
On the steps of the church pulling out his tie
Hair's still wet from gettin' baptized, the brand new blue suit on
An old set of keys to his Chevrolet
A crumpled up receipt for a wedding ring
We watched ourselves grow up there in his arms
In the book of John

That sun came up, we were wide awake
Head to toe in black and gray
Long black Lincoln waiting down the drive
He was father, son, husband and friend
I still flip through it every now and then
When I need just a few words of advice
It's almost like he's not really gone
And I know one day I'll be passin' on
The book of John

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