Alright, listen up, y’all. We’re gonna talk about them songs with “song” in the title. You know, the ones that stick in your head like grits to a pan.
I ain’t no fancy music expert or nothin’, but I know what I like. And I know a good song when I hear one, even if it’s got that “song” word right there in the name. Makes it easy to remember, I reckon.
Some folks like them fast songs, the ones that make you wanna jump around like a chicken with its head cut off. And some folks like them slow songs, the ones that make you wanna cry into your sweet tea. Me? I like a bit of both, as long as it’s got a good beat and tells a story.
Now, there’s this one song, I can’t rightly recall the whole name, but it had “song” in it for sure. It was on the radio, this fella singin’ about… well, I don’t rightly remember what he was singin’ about, but it sure was catchy. Had a real purdy melody, like a babbling brook or somethin’. Stuck in my head for days, it did. Made me tap my feet and hum along, even when I was out there feedin’ the chickens.
- I remember that song
- That song was good
- I like that song
And then there’s them older songs, the ones your grandma used to listen to. They got “song” in the title too, some of ‘em. My old grammy, she used to sing this one… oh, what was it now? It was somethin’ about… love, I think. And heartbreak. Always about heartbreak with them old songs. But they were good, you know? Real good. Made you feel somethin’, even if you didn’t know exactly what it was you were feelin’. They don’t make ’em like that anymore, I tell ya. Everything’s so noisy and fast these days.
I heard tell of some fancy singers, folks like that Queen fella and them Beatles boys. They got songs with all sorts of names, and I betcha some of ’em got “song” right there in the title too. Never listened to ’em much myself, but my niece, she’s always playin’ ’em on her whatchamacallit… that thing with the earphones. Says they’re the best ever. Maybe so, maybe so.
But you don’t need fancy names and big city singers to make a good song. Sometimes, the best songs are the simple ones. The ones about everyday things, like workin’ in the fields, or lovin’ your family, or just sittin’ on the porch watchin’ the sun go down. And sometimes, them simple songs, they got that word “song” right there in the title, plain as day. Makes it easy to find, easy to remember, easy to sing along to.
There’s even them songs that talk about singin’ itself. Like, “sing a happy song” or “this is my song,” you get the idea. Heard a few of them on the radio when I was drivin’ the pickup into town last week. Made me wanna sing along, even though my singin’ ain’t nothin’ to write home about. Scared the crows away, I reckon, but it made me feel good.
And then you got them love songs with “song” in the title. Oh, them love songs! Always about hearts and flowers and forever and ever. Some are happy, some are sad, but they all got that “song” in there somewhere. Reminds me of when my old man used to sing to me. He wasn’t no Bing Crosby, but his voice was sweeter than honey to me. He’d sing these old love songs, with “song” in the title half the time, and I’d just melt like butter on a hot biscuit.
So, yeah, them songs with “song” in the title. They come in all shapes and sizes, just like folks do. Fast ones, slow ones, happy ones, sad ones. But they all got somethin’ in common: they stick with ya. They get in your head and in your heart, and they don’t let go. And that, I reckon, is the mark of a good song, no matter what it’s called. So next time you hear a song with “song” in the title, give it a listen. You might just find yourself a new favorite. And if it makes you tap your feet or hum along, well, that’s just gravy, ain’t it?
I ain’t got no fancy playlist or nothin’, but if I did, it’d have a whole bunch of them songs with “song” in the title. Because sometimes, the simplest things are the best. And a song with “song” in the title, well, that’s about as simple as it gets. And that’s just fine by me.
