It’s funny to me because I’m Indigenous in northern Ontario in Canada … we’re Ojibway/Cree and my dad was born in the 1930s and raised in the bush and basically lived a traditional life for most of his early life. He understood English but seldom spoke it as he preferred just using our traditional language.

But he loved Hank Williams and all that old country. I remember listening to so much Hank when I was a kid … all the songs were the same … he was either singing about love with a ‘tear in his beer’ … having fun with ‘jambalaya’ or ‘settin the woods on fire’ … or praising the lord with ‘I saw the light’ or ‘When God Dips His Love In My Heart’ … as un politically correct as it is … he also loved ‘Kawliga’

I love that music too and every time I hear that old time country, I think of my dad and all his old hunting and trapping friends and family and being up north in the woods in the middle of nowhere.