Woke up with this Here in Frisco song playing in my dream (which I don’t remember) something about those sounds that open the song up. It’s a good rain song, a good drinking song as well as a song of sadness and lament. It’s a cool song as are most Merle Haggard tunes providing a safe haven for your ails and guarding them with the urge to drink up, suck it up and deal with it like a man (or particularly manly female who refuses to share what she’s actually thinking because it’s easier to write a song.) The type that is too poor to buy an apple but still refuses welfare checks because he is a working man.

It’s kind of funny that it’s just a still photo of merle the whole time but it was the first thing I found.