Once upon a time, I was a Kenny Chesney fan. Things were good between us. Then, I began to notice that all of his songs were about island living . . . high school . . . college . . . the good ol' days. Like, to the point where I began to wonder if Kenny was actually a Rasta man with a frattoo and a killer state championship ring.
I swore him off. Done. Well, until I heard his latest song. I didn't want to like it, but I do. I'm willing to let him back in. But Kenny, one more song . . . just ONE more . . . about sand or ocean water or football or nervous first dates with the homecoming queen, and we're done forever. Don't let me down.
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Haa, I know what you mean. He needs to get off that island and get back in the country. Find his roots again.
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