Waylon Jennings
I'm a seasonal fan of country music. Come July, it's all Cash, Williams, and Jennings. There's something so dangerously good about lounging in front of a fan in dirty denim cut-offs with an afternoon beer and listening to old country music.
Waylon Jennings ran around with a cool crowd. He seemed fun. Plus, he wore leather and denim well (just as the leader of outlaw country should).
His baritone, rough honky-tonk has been a great drinking companion for swampy August afternoons. Recently on repeat:
Cedartown, Georgia
Mental Revenge
Just to Justify You
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