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Key Chain

And this is Slaid Cleaves, and when you hear this, you’ll never be able to take the keys out of your pocket without wondering how long you’ll be able to hold on to them. slaidĀ 

About three months ago, I was at home in my palatial mini-mansion, taking care of a four-year-old with an ear infection. I was noodling around on Twitter during naptime, and somebody asked this question: there are many songs about going to California, but are there any songs about leaving California? I thought of about eight...

What gets me about this song is the contrast, I guess. On the one hand, you have what you might call the public Toby Keith, brash, who’s-your-daddy, putting his boot in the asses of America’s enemies (which include the Dixie Chicks for no good reason I can see). And then there’s the tortured, insecure Toby...