I recently posted the lyrics for Mr. Right. That was the first song I wrote for what would eventually become my Louisa Crossing album. I think it’s pretty darned good, and most who have listened to it say nice things about the song. But I think I may have saved the best song for last, in all honesty. That song is Country Girl. I had already booked the studio and musicians for four solid days. But with only a week or so to go, my producer urged me to write a couple more. Good suggestion – the idea was to fill all the time we had booked.
There are 14 songs on the Louisa Crossing album. I honestly can’t remember what number 13 was. And it really doesn’t matter. Number 14 – the last song written for the album – is a song from the heart. I had written the first 13 songs about different people and situations, many (but not all) of which were influenced by some personal experience. But I hadn’t really created a tune expressly for my wife, Ann.
We both hail from the farmlands of northwest Ohio. Neither of us came from farm households. As the lyrics say: “I don’t know how to milk a cow or harvest wheat, or drive a John Deere tractor down the street.” But we both know and appreciate our rural upbringing. And so my song County Girl was born!
Right after I had written it and recorded the demo disc (computer-generated mp3 from my music notation software), I called Ann out to my studio. “Sit down, honey,” I said. “I’m going to sing a song I wrote for you.” That was a surprise. I had kept my little project a secret until I knew it the song I wrote for her was going to be good enough. So she sat in my recliner (that’s where I get some of my best ideas), and I sang. I passed the audition and the song made it onto the album.
When you listen to Country Girl, you’ll notice it’s different from every other song on the album. No drums, no fiddle, no steel guitar, no electric bass, no keyboards. Just some beautiful acoustic guitars and a little rhythm from the top of a suitcase. (I’m not kidding about the suitcase!) Not complex. Just beautiful. The perfect song for Ann.