I'd dismissed Nelson as a hippie folknik, but this is outlaw country through and through, full of frontier justice and lifelong sorrow. The backing's spare as a desert night, leaving just that reedy tenor, swooping like and oldtimed icecream scoop, drawing every note round and full as the moon.
Those big pure notes also did call up childhood memories of the You Were Always On My Mind tape my mom used to play in the car - ugh. Recommended, assuming you're not likewise encumbered 3.5/5
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