Willie is a good singer, shut up and sing.
Not really a good singer. A recognizable voice and guitar pattern yes, a good singer, no.
He's history, the next stop will coincide when his heart and brainwaves do, then we'll be bombarded for, oh, a week with the news of his demise.
Then the "red headed stranger" will gradually slip into oblivion, relegated to an aging fan base, obscure daytime AM stations spinning his tunes and an occasional cable newtwork tribute.
As for me, I could give a rats ass what Willie thinks as it relates to the *ixie Chicks, music and politics.
There's no Dixie in these "chicks."
Yeah, but did you ever notice none of his songs requires any voice control, i.e. holding a note for any particular length of time? He either chooses songs little to no voice control, or they are arranged for him that way.
Now I don't expect him to have the ability of an opera singer or anything but, lord almighty, anybody can sing his songs!
"On the road again (stop)
Just can't wait to get on the road again (stop)
Love of my life is making music with my friends (stop)
I can't wait to get on the road again."(stop)
"The day they laid poor Poncho low (stop)
Lefty split for O-hi-O (stop)
Where he got the bread to go (stop)
There ain't no body knows" (stop)
Ridin' on 'The City of New Orleans' (stop)
Illinois Central, Monday morning mail (stop)
Fifteen cars and fifteen restlessly riders (stop)
Three conductors, twenty-five sacks of mail (stop)