Not long after I discovered her "crumping" I found her downstairs watching a different type of music. I don't recall if it was Alan Jackson or Toby Keith, but she was fully engaged. I'm not sure how long she had been watching CMT, but she had a pretty good grasp of who was who, and what song which album was from.
She was sitting on the couch, both feet on the floor, just enjoying the music. And as I listened, I found how refreshing and meaningful the lyrics were, compared to the bling ridden gangsta stuff she had previously been a fan of.
Soon, I found myself watching country music with her, and I became a fan of the artists, and the music, but mostly of the sentiment. Country music spoke of honour, love, honesty, family and loyalty.
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