At 72, George Strait stands at the edge of his South Texas ranch, the sun setting slow behind the mesquite trees, painting the sky in quiet shades of gold. No stage lights. No roaring crowd. Just him — and the land that raised him before the world ever knew his name. He slips his hands into his pockets, boots planted in the same dirt where he once chased cattle and childhood dreams.

George Strait – “All My Ex’s Live in Texas”: A Swingin’ Slice of Humor, Heartache, and Hill Country Charm

In a career built on heartfelt ballads and honky-tonk anthems, George Strait has never shied away from adding a little humor to the mix. And with “All My Ex’s Live in Texas,” released in 1987 as the second single from his album Ocean Front Property, Strait delivered one of his most iconic and tongue-in-cheek hits. With a wink and a smooth swing, the King of Country turned heartbreak into hilarity—and made it all sound downright classy.

Written by Sanger D. Shafer and Lyndia J. Shafer, the song is a masterclass in clever songwriting. The narrator runs through a list of former flames—Rosanna in Texarkana, Eileen in Abilene, Allison in Galveston, and Dimples in Temple—each with her own story and her own reason for why Texas is a state best left in the rearview mirror. The punchline? He’s now hiding out in Tennessee, where life is peaceful and his past can’t catch up to him.

But it’s not just the lyrics that make the song shine—it’s George Strait’s delivery. Cool, easy, and effortlessly charming, Strait tells the story like a man who’s been there, learned his lesson, and now chuckles about it over a glass of bourbon. His signature baritone floats over a backdrop of Western swing instrumentation, with steel guitar, fiddle, and walking bass lines that give the song its playful groove.

“All My Ex’s Live in Texas” quickly became a fan favorite and climbed to #1 on the Billboard Hot Country Singles chart, further cementing Strait’s place as a country music mainstay. But beyond the charts, the song has become part of the genre’s cultural fabric—quoted in movies, sung in bars, and played at rodeos and weddings alike.

It’s lighthearted, yes—but it’s also smart, melodic, and undeniably country. It captures the essence of what makes George Strait so beloved: he tells stories that make you feel something—sometimes with a tear, sometimes with a grin.

With “All My Ex’s Live in Texas,” George Strait gave us a breakup song that doesn’t wallow—it two-steps. And decades later, it’s still got people smiling, singing along, and maybe even looking over their shoulder… just in case one of those ex’s comes back around.

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George Strait – Check Yes Or No (Official Music Video) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NHxS8wlDngI)

HEROIC SACRIFICE: Recently in Kerrville, Texas — George Strait Gave Up His Bed to a Sick Neighbor at the Healing Tent and Spent the Night Nursing Him With Nothing but His Lamp and Bible

At 72, George Strait stands at the edge of his South Texas ranch, the sun setting slow behind the mesquite trees, painting the sky in quiet shades of gold. No stage lights. No roaring crowd. Just him — and the land that raised him before the world ever knew his name. He slips his hands into his pockets, boots planted in the same dirt where he once chased cattle and childhood dreams.

TEXAS STRONG, HEARTS BROKE: 💔 As floodwaters rose, so did the sorrow. Entire towns were swallowed in minutes, families were torn apart, and the heart of Texas has been left aching in the wake of one of the most devastating natural disasters in state history. Over 129 lives lost. More than 170 still missing. And thousands left with nothing but the clothes on their backs and prayers whispered into the night.

At 72, George Strait walks slowly through the gates of the old South Texas ranch where his story quietly began. No cameras. No cheering crowd. Just him — and the land that raised him long before the world called him “King.” The sun hangs low, casting gold across the open fields, and somewhere in the distance, a lonesome cowbell echoes like a forgotten melody. He stops by the weathered barn, runs his hand along the splintered wood, and breathes in the scent of dust, hay, and memory. Then, with a voice softer than any song he’s ever sung, he says, “I’ve played every stage… but this was always my greatest stage — where no one needed me to be a star.” Sometimes the quietest places are the ones that sing the loudest — reminding a man who he really is when the spotlight fades.