George Strait

George Strait: He sits down and sees Norma cuddled up next to him, fast asleep, her face red, almost as if she's been crying. Norma, wake up, honey. She stirs. You okay? She shakes her head. Damn it. His back cracks. Ugh... Son of a Florida Georgia Line, that hurt like hell... Norma wakes up. Sorry I woke you up, Norma... It's just that my back has been giving me hell ever since last night when I was touring... Damn arthritis got my hands cramping and cracking... Norma snickers.