What an odd performance.
Gretchen Wilson delivers the song in this breathy whisper – not quite singing, not quite talking, and not quite lining up with the sparse musical accompaniment.
I kept feeling like it was off, and that it reminded me of something but I couldn’t quite place it.
Until I suddenly remembered, and once I made the connection, there was no going back to listening to this song with a straight face again.
Written by Rivers Rutherford, Annie Tate and Sam Tate
Listen: I’d Love to Be Your Last