Man in the Country Song

By: Julia Yarbough
September 4, 2012

For those of you who don't know by now, both Silva and I are fans of Country music. Yes... A Black woman and a Middle Eastern woman rolled around the highways of julia yarbough, cma, country music, silva harapetianour country ‘rockin out to country music (and sometimes wearing cowboy hats) Go figure...

I often wonder if my various tastes in music, activities and not-your-average travel interests have anything to do with why I STILL seem to have difficulty connecting with a man whom I find interesting, attractive, captivating and fun (of course said man would need to see those same qualities in me...) Should it truly be this difficult?

So the other day, while listening to my local country music station WKIS- 99.9 Kiss Country, and quite honestly missing my line dancing excursions to the local country bar to which I no longer visit (that spot is BamaBoy's hang-out so it is pretty much removed from my go-to list) when it hit me... I'm looking for a man like many of those characterized in country songs!

No...NOT the dude who goes out with his dirty boots on. Not the guy who fishes all day only to ignore his woman when and IF he comes home. Not the guy who drinks himself under the bar only to stagger home to his faithful old dog RATHER than a woman.

I want a man like the one who says he’ll do what he has to do to win you over; the man who says he would feed your dreams and starve your fears. (Over, by Blake highway to a husband, blake shelton, nbc, the voiceShelton, of NBC's The Voice)
The man who tells his son to pray and to honor his family. The man who reminds himself to listen to the voices of his mother, father and grandparents reminding him to be an honest, kind, loving and true and who keeps his word. (I Hear Voices, Chris Young)

The man who stands and looks in the mirror asking God to make him a better man for the woman in his life. (The Man I Want to Be, also Chris Young)
The man who takes his woman out on dates but can't wait to get her home and get julia yarbough, silva harapetian, cma awardsher out of her black dress (“Gettin You Home, ooh...ALSO by Chris Young)

I absolutely LOVE hearing Darius Rucker remind us that every bad relationship paves the way for the one that makes your heart pound and your knees go weak because it leads you to where you are supposed to be (This, Darius Rucker).

Hearing Billy Currington croon about falling so hard for his woman he’s almost julia yarbough, silva harapetian, cma awards, darius ruckerfearful, singing...”You’re looking like an angel lying on a blanket with a halo of hair...once I taste that kiss, I know what’ll happen I’ll be at the mercy of you...”   Sigh... C’MON... WHERE IS THAT MAN???? Dammit...I’m almost 47 where is he?????

So when people ask why I like Country music, I tell them it’s the lyrics. The words and stories give me hope that men like those in the songs still exist. Where they are... well... um...I’m not sure, but I still believe they are out there somewhere. (Or perhaps they are like unicorns - fictional, fairy tale mythical creatures spotted only when one is under the influence...)

It’s sometimes tough to keep believing; to practice what we preach to others about having faith, of trusting that good guys and gals are out there...but DAMN... it gets so exhausting sometimes!

Country Music. Yeah...I dig it. And I love the images of the men in those songs, ‘cause he IS out there somewhere. (Oh, and if he just happens to like wearing a cowboy hat and boots once in a while... then that’s an extra added bonus!)  Oh, and I’m also just crazy enough to believe that somehow, someway, I am going to be a presenter at the CMA's (Country Music Awards)!  So, If anyone in the music biz is following our blog - hint, hint...



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