Every now and again, I go on a little Jonathan Richman binge, listening to tunes like this one in my car. At times like that I think, this guy is such a great songwriter. And then one day one of his tunes will come on and I’ll think, naw, what was I thinking, and that will be the end of that for a while.

The lyrics in this one are a lot of fun. It has to have some of the quirkiest lyrics I can imagine in a song:

Well her jeans they get like a wet saddle blanket
And her boots are like you’d figure
And her car is full of hay
Horses, humans if she had to rank it
You’d bet on they that canter
And them that need fly spray

This is from a 1990 record called Jonathan Goes Country.

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