First, a warning: This post will discuss Country music. Anyone not from Texas, or anyone otherwise excused from enjoying Country/Western songs may experience slight nausea or a ringing in the ears after reading the following.
Lately, I’ve been thinking about Billy Currington’s song, Why, Why, Why. His song, particularly the chorus, stands out to me as a question that I often find reflected in my own thoughts. The chorus begs this question:
Why, why, why do you wanna change me now?
Ain’t I the one you loved everything about?
You might start missin’ the old me around
So why, why, why do you wanna change me now