If I’m really paying attention, I can’t listen to this song without crying. In Anna Quindlen’s novel Black and Blue, the narrator says (and I’m paraphrasing) that the good thing about country music is that you can listen to it and cry, and pretend it’s the music you’re crying about.

I always think of that passage when I listen to this song.

Three legged dog, out there making a fuss.
I’m trying to get to sleep. It’s down to the two of us.

Those lines get me every time.