One of the radio stations I have pre-set in my car plays only old timey country music. I think it's called "Country Legends" or something like that.
Every once in awhile I like to flip to it and hear Dolly, Waylon and Willie, or Hank Sr. croon some country tunes.
I realize my coolness factor isn't real high when I do this.
Thankfully, my two year old isn't very cognisant of the coolness factor. He still thinks his mama's got it goin' on.
Because he loved it when I rolled down all the windows in the car and sang every word to "CONVOY", the CB truckin' song from the 1970's.
And I won't even tell you about my bopping and clapping and other embarrassing "moves."
Scary...all the words came back to me like I'd sung it every day of my life.
Which I did in the summer of 1975, thank you.
Except then I was riding my purple bike with the pink and white basket on the front.
Cause we gotta little ol' convoy, rockin' through the night
Yeah we gotta little ol' convoy, ain't she a beautiful sight?
Come on an' join our convoy, ain't nothin' gonna git in our way
We're gonna roll this truckin' convoy, cross the USA
(now try not to hum that song in your head for the rest of the day)
10-4, good buddy.
Over and out.