Last Updated on: 27th September 2024, 08:05 am
For the longest time, I’ve had “Amarillo by Morning” by George Strait in my head. Not constantly, but on and off for months. I don’t know how it got there or why it refused to leave, but it resulted in me listening to it now perhaps more than I did when it was new.
Lately, I thought I had finally gotten rid of it. It had been replaced by, of all things, this AI-generated golden oldie that I’ll go ahead and dedicate to an unhealthy number of people that I’ve had the pleasure of getting to know in my travels.
Anyway, back to Amarillo.
I hadn’t caught myself humming or singing it in a bit, which had me starting to think that I ain’t rich, but lord, I’m free.
And then, this happened.
So not only is it back, but now I’m going to have to learn the words to “Enter Sandman” and figure out if you can sing the rest of it that way. Thanks for nothing, There I Ruined It.