Following on from last week’s Flying Burrito Brothers post, I fancied posting something by The Byrds this week.
One particular song, in fact.
But sadly, The Byrds original version isn’t a particularly Country version, and I know how it irks some folks if I dare to post a non-Country record here on a Sunday morning.
So instead, from his 1978 album Sleeper Wherever I Fall album, is a man with a name like a disgraced police officer:
It may not be as great as the original, but it is unquestionably a Country record. Look, he’s even wearing a cowboy hat on the sleeve.
Or, maybe Juice Newton (whose name sounds like an instruction to squeeze Isaac until his pips pop) who covered it on her 1985 album Old Flames tickles your fancy this morning:
Which means that I can also justifiably post this, for the sake of comparison:
I’ll save Dinosaur Jr.’s version for another day.
Right, now I can go back to bed, a slightly happier man.