I was never real big on country music (which is a nice way of saying I couldn’t stand it) until I moved to Park City, Utah, in the nineties. There were a handful of radio stations up near our house, but driving down the mountain to Salt Lake, I’d often lose reception from all but two. One was country. The other was Navajo Nation. When forced to choose, I went with country.

In time I grew to appreciate the soulful twangs and toe-tapping melodies, which seemed like a fitting soundtrack to the rather unexpected setting of my mountain life. But what I really loved were the lyrics, which told stories of love, loss and redemption. They were clever and often funny. Rock and pop musicians could learn a thing or two.

Here’s one of my favorites from Deana Carter:

10 Did I Shave My Legs For This_