And I was hoping this thread would NEVER BE REVIVED AND THE SONG WOULD DIE, DIE, DIE.

Sorry, in my opinion this song is one of the most blatent examples of sentimental claptrap, only suitable as last-ditch therapy for a middle-aged person who was never able to leave his clinging parent. Pathetic.

For the last few years I've been doing a whole lot to sustain my aged parents on their family farm. Maybe I'll write a positive song about that.

Charley Noble