More than twenty years in, Alan Jackson’s sounding as great as ever, delivering a vocal that’s all charm, personality and general tunefulness.
But I can’t get behind, “I’ve got a bug in my margarita.” It’s a stupid line to construct an entire song around.
I also don’t buy the bridge, which effectively destroys the good time/melancholy equilibrium that the song had maintained up until that point.
Honestly, I’m frustrated. We’re running out of mainstream artists who still make records that sound like this. They’re the last of a dying breed. Without better songs to help them cut through the clutter on the radio dial, their extinction is imminent. Good just isn’t gonna cut it anymore.
Listen: Long Way to Go