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Introduction to George Jones’ “You Comb Her Hair”

George Jones, a towering figure in the realm of country music, often referred to as the “Possum,” delivered countless timeless classics throughout his illustrious career.

Among these masterpieces, “You Comb Her Hair” stands out as a poignant and evocative ballad that delves into the complexities of love, loss, and the enduring power of memory.

Background

Released in 1962, “You Comb Her Hair” was penned by the legendary songwriting duo of Harlan Howard and Buck Owens. The song’s narrative unfolds with a tender yet melancholic tone, painting a vivid picture of a man grappling with the aftermath of a lost love.

The protagonist, haunted by the memory of his former partner, finds solace in the mundane act of combing her hair. This seemingly ordinary gesture serves as a poignant symbol of the enduring affection and longing that linger long after a relationship has ended.

Jones’ distinctive vocal style, characterized by his emotive phrasing and heartfelt delivery, perfectly captures the song’s emotional depth. His voice, rich with nuance and vulnerability, conveys the protagonist’s profound sadness and yearning.

The arrangement, featuring a simple yet effective instrumentation of acoustic guitar, steel guitar, and fiddle, provides a fitting backdrop for Jones’ poignant performance.

The lyrics of “You Comb Her Hair” are filled with evocative imagery and poignant metaphors. The protagonist recalls the “sweet smell of her hair” and the “soft feel of her skin,” evoking a sense of intimacy and nostalgia.

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Lyrics

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I know that you’re wondering who I dream aboutAnd if I met someone who thrills me soWell, I’ve finally met a girl who turns me inside outI’ll tell you about her for you ought to know
You comb her hair every mornin’And make sure she dresses just rightYou comb her hair every mornin’And put her to bed every night
When she’s around me sometimes I can hardly speakI stammer and I walk right into doorsAnd just to hold her hand in mine makes me feel weakOh, you know her honey, she’s a friend of yours
You comb her hair every mornin’And make sure she dresses just rightYou comb her hair every mornin’And put her to bed every night

By Harley