Late into the evening and in my cups – now – I listen to my music, often older tunes, just before I lay meself down to sleep. This bittersweet song just presented itself, and I realize that its relevance when it was first released is magnified a thousandfold today. This isn’t just a poignant song in today’s Trumpian dystopia – it’s a friggin’ ANTHEM!! Please listen (again), and let it slip deep into you. It resonates, yes?
Update: I neglected to note the amazing writers of this song: Jim Dickinson, John Hiatt, Ry Cooder. There are several recorded versions out there, but Freddy Fender’s will always be be the standard for me.