Radio Re-runs

In my experience with radio stations, (i.e. in high school, when the ipod was just a twinkle in Steve Jobs' eye) I had one primary complaint: they play far too many commercials. The radio is on in the background at work, and based on my more recent experience, I would officially like to retract the afore mentioned complaint and file a second: they play the same 15 stinking songs over and over and over and over.

and over.

One of those songs that I've been hearing repeatedly is a country song called "Cleaning This Gun", and if you couldn't quite place it, it is in fact quintessentially country. I laugh every time it comes on (which is often). Here's why:

(Cleaning This Gun Lyrics)
I can't begin to count the theories I've had pounded in my head that I forgot. I don't remember all that Spanish or the Gettysburg address, but there is one speech from high school I'll never forget.

Come on in boy sit on down and tell me about yourself. So you like my daughter do you now? Yeah we think she's something else. She's her daddy's girl, her momma's world, she deserves respect, that’s what she'll get, ain’t it son? Hey y'all run along and have some fun. I'll see you when you get back, bet I’ll be up all night - still cleanin' this gun.

Well now that I’m a father I’m scared to death one day my daughter is gonna find that teenage boy I used to be that seems to have just one thing on his mind. She’s growin' up so fast it won't be long before I’ll have to put the fear of God into some kid at my door.

Come on in boy sit on down and tell me about yourself. So you like my daughter do you now? Yeah we think she's something else. She's her daddy's girl, her momma's world, she deserves respect, that’s what she'll get, ain’t it son? Hey y'all run along and have some fun. I'll see you when you get back, bet I’ll be up all night - still cleanin' this gun.

Now it's all for show ain’t nobody gonna get hurt. It’s just a daddy thing and hey, believe me, man it works.

I hope you were able to enjoy that as much as I do. I just get this picture of a father holding a shotgun and a cleaning cloth, talking to a little pubescent teenager shaking in his boots. My personal favorite: " It won't be long before I’ll have to put the fear of God into some kid at my door". Classic. But lucky for you, you won't have to hear (ok, read) this song 16 more times today. Thank you, radio.