My Tears Spoiled My Aim, and Other Reflections on Southern ...
John Shelton Reed
Aim. Violence. in. Country. Music. ◼ My tears spoiled my aim; that's why you're not dead. I blew a hole in the wall two feet above the bed. I couldn't see where you were at, my tears were fallin' so. I tried to shoot by ear, but y'all were lyin' low.