ModernAngel remained civil during his presentation of the
Michael Murphey song by this name, but I have to say that this
godforsaken piece of
hellcrap is the embodiment of the worst in
70s music.
Dumb-ass lyrics,
sentimentalism so deep you could drill a bore into it and
Hummell figurines would gush out, and a
mopey preoccupation with a lover's
death that manages to be infuriatingly
self-centered at the same time combine to make this
hit single something that still gives me the
heebie-jeebies whenever I think back on it.
It scared me as a kid. Why was this awful man forcing this story on me about his dead girlfriend's dead pony coming to get him?