I was shooting pool, while listening to the songs coming from the transistor radio that sat in the window facing the production facilities. As I played, a song came on the radio from a female artist.
Now, you may imagine a few hundred female artists, but this was the seventies, the only station played was a country western format and the typical lineup featured female artists such as Tammy Wynette, Patsy Cline or Dolly Parton. So, when the song came on, and it was something different, I listened and liked. To add to my enjoyment, I saw pictures of the artist later and I must say she cut a fine figure in a pair of tight jeans.
It might not be your taste in music; it might even make you become defensive, like the old men offshore, and make you proclaim: "That's not really country."
Maybe so, but that's where she could sell her music and I didn't have any objection.
So, here you go. Two versions. The second has another of her other popular recordings included.