One of the not-so-horrific things about growing old is that you learn stuff. You live, and you grow, and you know stuff you didn't know before. For example, you learn how a song like this can be true. It's a truism but no less true for it that country music, the real stuff, is music by, for, and about adults. But you don't really get that until you're an adult. You may like this song when you're 20 or 25, and you may even think you get it. But I guarantee that you don't get it until you're at least 30. More like 40. This is adult pain. The grown-ups are talking now, sonny. Shut up.
I've got nothing more original than that. But George Jones was one of the great ones.