Here’s a lesson on gratitude, relationships, and love as told by George Strait in his #1 song, I Hate Everything (Keith Stegall and Gary Harrison, composers and lyricists):
He was sitting there beside me throwing doubles down.
When he ordered up his third one, he looked around.
Then he looked at me.
Said I do believe
I'll have one more.
He said I hate this bar and I hate to drink,
But on second thought tonight I think
I hate everything.
Then he opened up his billfold and threw a $20 down,
And a faded photograph fell out and hit the ground.
And I picked it up.
He said thank you, bud.
I put it in his hand.
He said I probably ought to throw this one away
'Cause she's the reason I feel this way.
I hate everything.
I hate my job. And I hate my life.
And if it weren't for my two kids, I'd hate my ex-wife.
I know I should move on and try to start again,
But I just can't get over her leaving me for him.
Then he shook his head and looked down at his ring
Said I hate everything.
He said that one bedroom apartment where I get my mail,
Is really not a home. It's more like a jail.
With a swimming pool
And a parking lot view,
Man, that's just great.
I hate summer, winter, fall and spring
Red and yellow, purple, blue and green.
I hate everything.
I hate my job. And I hate my life.
And if it weren't for my two kids, I'd hate my ex-wife.
I know I should move on and try to start again,
But I just can't get over her leaving me for him.
Then he shook his head and looked down at his ring
Said I hate everything.
So I pulled out my phone
and I called my house.
I said, Babe, I'm comin' home.
We're gonna work this out.
I paid for his drinks,
And I told him thanks.
Thanks for everything.
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