For every happy, singing family...
Jeannie C. Riley reminds us of a woman's place:
While Susan Rowe vows never to fall for the follies of a two a.m. romance:
Then again, it's 1975, and Loretta Lynn contemplates the new, next-day facts of life:
Faron Young, hands astride hips, resolutely contemplates the kind of girl he wants to end up with, for a night, anyway:
Her?
Meanwhile, George "Hello I'm A Jukebox" Kent, Del Reeves, and Johnny Bond remind us what gets men and women in these troubles in the first place:
And poor Doyle Holly just wants to forget it all. Hell, he'll wake up tomorrow morning a better man, the kind who sings with his family around the table in the kitchen. I'm scared to even listen to this song.
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