Friday night we went to the shortest concert ever at this place called, The Country Club. Not, not a real uppity country club. A country bar, where Craig Morgan played for like an hour and 15 minutes. Shortest concert I have ever been to. I love his songs but someone said up close his nails were dirty. I was close enough but didn't care to look. Must be that oil 'an grease under his nails from his song I love. However, I took a few pics and he looks a bit constipated when he sings! And there were some rednecks screaming and trying to throw themselves at him. Very humorous....Here are his lyrics to my favorite:
That's what I love about Sunday:
Cat-napping on the porch swing;
You curled up next to me,
The smell of jasmine wakes us up.
Take a walk down a back road,
Tackle box and a cane pole;
Carve our names in that white oak,
An' steal a kiss as the sun fades,
That's what I love about Sunday,
Oh, yeah.
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I went to see Dione Warwick (tickets were obviously FREE) I think she sang enough songs for 2 beers - I swear we weren't there for more than 45 minutes!!!
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