I loved Tom Petty.
Loved his nasally voice, his scruffy look, his gorgeous lyrics about American girls. His songs about breaking up and making up and everything in between.
I loved that there was no one else like him on the planet.
I have most of his albums. Saw him in concert a couple of times.
I don’t know that I have a favorite Petty song.
Maybe “American Girl.” I’ll turn that up when it comes on the radio.
Maybe “Free Fallin’.” I mean, who doesn’t love to sing that song, car windows rolled down, highway stretched out, at the top of her lungs?
I wonder, when I listened to Petty back in the day, did I want to be that girl? You know the one.
That girl raised on promises.
That good girl, who loved Jesus and America, too.
Or, did I want that girl? Want her to be mine and only mine.
Looking back, it’s muddled. Sometimes, the only thing I can remember is how my heart ached a lot of the time.
But I like to think that, even back then, I knew there was a little more to life somewhere else.
After all it was a great big world.
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Do you have a favorite Tom Petty song or memory?