The first famous musician I ever saw live in concert was Charlie Pride. That was during the 1974 World’s Fair (Expo ’74); I was still in high school and could not have imagined that my future wife and I would someday live in the same city where I saw him perform.

I spent much of the next summer bucking hay bales for a farmer that seemed to have only one 8-track tape in his Chevy pickup (which also had a cool horn that sounded like a mooing cow). That tape was of Charlie Pride and featured this short song. I quickly memorized it — and which I still try to take to heart in my marriage.

Lyrics here, with video below:

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