“It wasn’t God who made honky-tonk angels,”
Miss Kitty sings, her voice that of a lady
who was decidedly not a reformed bar-fly
like me. Instead, we share a temper–
she sang her hit, a response to another song
by Hank Thompson (I call him the forgotten
Hank, outshone in history by Williams). 
Anyway, the music stayed the same,
though the words change again and again.
Like all country music, we have to thank the Carters’s
“I’m Thinking Tonight of My Blue Eyes.” No matter
where we are, where we fall in terms of country
love, it’s about the same thing: longing, longing.