I had a paper route as a kid. Six days a week about three miles walk from home. When the weather was cold I'd go to a restaurant that had a jukebox and the longest playing song on it was the song that started, "Out in the west Texas town of El Paso . . .". When I went there to thaw out, I would play that a few times because it meant I could stay a bit longer and get warm before the walk home. It was cheaper to do that than have a hot chocolate. Ol' Marty and I became good friends during that time. However, having listened to the song lots, if I don't hear it but once a decade, that's OK by me.