Travis Tritt – Should’ve Listened
Classic Oldies A late-night reckoning—Travis Tritt’s “Should’ve Listened” is the moment a tough heart stops bluffing, admits the damage, and promises to do better before morning. First, the anchors so memory has…
Dwight Yoakam – Cattle Call
A prairie hush at sunrise—Dwight Yoakam’s “Cattle Call” brings the old cowboy yodel into the late-century light, turning heritage into something tender, present, and steady. Let’s set the anchors right…
Travis Tritt – I Don’t Know How I Got By
A grateful reckoning in a steady glow—Travis Tritt’s “I Don’t Know How I Got By” treats love like oxygen discovered late, a quiet astonishment that makes yesterday feel farther away…
Dwight Yoakam – Miner’s Prayer
A hill-country hymn in work boots—Dwight Yoakam’s “Miner’s Prayer” takes a family’s hard history and sings it soft, turning danger and daylight into a daily vow you can carry in…
Travis Tritt – Too Far To Turn Around
A highway vow said under your breath—Travis Tritt’s “Too Far to Turn Around” is the sound of a man counting the miles behind him and choosing, calmly, to keep going.…
Dwight Yoakam – Home for Sale
A “For Sale” sign on the lawn of a life—Dwight Yoakam’s “Home for Sale” turns a busted romance into rooms you can walk through, listing every echo and empty shelf…
Travis Tritt – Small Doses
A barstool prayer with a steady pulse—Travis Tritt’s “Small Doses” is the sound of surviving heartbreak by inches: one sip, one hour, one honest breath at a time. Let’s set…
Dwight Yoakam – Act Naturally
A classic given fresh footprints—Dwight Yoakam sings “Act Naturally” like a man who’s learned to laugh at his bruises, turning sorrow into stride and heartache into a little daylight on…
Travis Tritt – Nothing Short of Dying
A vow made with a straight back—Travis Tritt’s “Nothing Short of Dying” turns separation into resolve, promising that only the worst could keep a good man from coming home. Let’s…
Dwight Yoakam – Heartaches By The Number
A classic heartache, shined like new chrome—Dwight Yoakam takes “Heartaches by the Number” from jukebox memory to living-room immediacy, turning an old wound into a steady, grown-up sway. Let’s set…