My Achy Breaky Memory

Last night we thought it a fun idea to add some country music into the show. I was a bit nervous as country is perhaps the only genre (and I think anyone who has ever - against my recommendation - hired me to sing for a country session would agree) I just can’t pull off. So, for those of you who understand my history with remembering lyrics genre and nerves aside, it’s no surprise that I managed to forget the words whilst simultaneously creating my own confusing version of this great American classic:
As I recall, it went something like this:

You can tell your dog, I moved to Arknecraw
Or you can tell your ma to bite my leg
Or tell your brother Biff, whose face can meet my fists
I never really knew them anyway
Or tell your Aunt Louise, tell anything you please (I got that one right)
Myself already shows in of my day
Or you can tell my mind to watch out for my eyes
I never really use them anyway

They say the subconscious is constantly speaking to us. I find it amazing and disconcerting that I can recall the lyrics to my improvised rendition, but not the real words I practiced over and over. I’d like to think it’s just the uninhibitable passionate nature of a composer. And so my journey as a professional singer will always have room to grow.