He Stopped Loving Her Today

He Stopped Loving Her Today

He Stopped Loving Her Today

He said I’ll love you til I die

She told him you’ll forget in time
I watched the years pass slowly by
She still preyed upon his mind

He kept her pictures on his wall
Went half crazy now and then
But he still loved her through it all
Hoping she’d come back again

They found love letters by his bed
Dated 1962
He had underlined in red
Every single I love you

I went to see my friend today
Oh but I didn’t see no tears
He was all dressed up to go away
First time I’d seen him smile in years

He stopped loving her today
They placed a wreath upon his door
Soon they’ll carry him away
He stopped loving her today

You know she came to see him one last time
Oh, we all wondered if she would
And it kept running through my mind
Well, this time he’s over her for good

He stopped loving her today
They placed a wreath upon his door
And soon they’ll carry him away
He stopped loving her today


Some of my earliest memories of music are around 7 or 8 years old riding around in my dads truck at 5am or so on the way to his construction sites in the summer, he always listened to 610 KILT Hudson and Harrigan in the morning and they played Country Gold like Conway Twitty, Willie and Waylon and of course Mr. George Jones.

George Jones was many things, he was without a doubt one of the Kings of Country Music, he was a legendary drunk, a legendary scoundrel and quite possibly a murderer… but that is a story for another day.

Music to me has always healed the hurts and pain, George Jones could hold a note or make it twang like no other and you could FEEL the pain and hurt in his voice and in his music and in your Soul.

George Jones kind of music is dying in Nashville, and to some that is ok since its the evolution of music… however if the younger generations would listen to him and understand where he was coming from I think his music like Elvis’ music would and should live on forever.

RIP Possum