Chesney’s made a career out of nostalgia trips like this one. Here, he’s reminiscing for the glory of being on the high school football team. He’s been down this road before, more times than I can count at this point.
But I dare say this one’s just a little different. Chesney sounds older, much older. Not wiser, mind you. Just older.
This is not a man singing about the glory days of youth while he settles down and starts a family. This sounds more like a man who has entered his forties and nothing has come along since those high school days to give his life meaning.
It’s a sad record. The melancholy is palpable. Chesney sounds defeated and depressed.
Needless to say, it’s his best nostalgia trip in a very long time.
Listen: The Boys of Fall