Here’s a lesson on gratitude, relationships, and love as told by George Strait in his #1 song, I Hate Everything (Keith Stegall and Gary Harrison, composers and lyricists):
He was sitting there beside me throwing doubles down.When he ordered up his third one, he looked around.Then he looked at me.Said I do believeI'll have one more.He said I hate this bar and I hate to drink,But on second thought tonight I thinkI hate everything.
Then he opened up his billfold and threw a $20 down,And a faded photograph fell out and hit the ground.And I picked it up.He said thank you, bud.I put it in his hand.He said I probably ought to throw this one away'Cause she's the reason I feel this way.I hate everything.
I hate my job. And I hate my life.And if it weren't for my two kids, I'd hate my ex-wife.I know I should move on and try to start again,But I just can't get over her leaving me for him.Then he shook his head and looked down at his ringSaid I hate everything.
He said that one bedroom apartment where I get my mail,Is really not a home. It's more like a jail.With a swimming poolAnd a parking lot view,Man, that's just great.I hate summer, winter, fall and springRed and yellow, purple, blue and green.I hate everything.
I hate my job. And I hate my life.And if it weren't for my two kids, I'd hate my ex-wife.I know I should move on and try to start again,But I just can't get over her leaving me for him.Then he shook his head and looked down at his ringSaid I hate everything.
So I pulled out my phoneand I called my house.I said, Babe, I'm comin' home.We're gonna work this out.I paid for his drinks,And I told him thanks.Thanks for everything.
