"Now her ring's on the seat riding shotgun next to my hat."
A few years ago I went though a painful divorce. I was living in Montana at the time and needed to get away, so I got into my car and just drove. I ended up near the Canadian border in a little town named Havre. The first time I heard this song I was on my way to Bear Paw Battlefield, the place where Chief Joseph surrendered. I was emotionally exhausted, and my wedding ring was on my passenger seat next to my fucking Stetson. The lyrics hit me like a ton of bricks and I rolled my window down and chucked my ring out the window. It was liberating.
"Now her ring's on the seat riding shotgun next to my hat."
A few years ago I went though a painful divorce. I was living in Montana at the time and needed to get away, so I got into my car and just drove. I ended up near the Canadian border in a little town named Havre. The first time I heard this song I was on my way to Bear Paw Battlefield, the place where Chief Joseph surrendered. I was emotionally exhausted, and my wedding ring was on my passenger seat next to my fucking Stetson. The lyrics hit me like a ton of bricks and I rolled my window down and chucked my ring out the window. It was liberating.