Songs about old men getting older and their love for their women getting stronger tend to be either transcendent or cheesy. This one's both. Jackson delivers his tale of wisdom-with-age in a Gordon Lightfoot baritone that suggests strength and sentiment in perfect harmony. ("I don't sing like I used to/ Sometimes less is more.") Meanwhile the production, like all country production, is just a little too eager. (Swelling lap steel, eh? He must be melancholy!) Luckily Jackson's knockout vocal the best of his career tilts the scale and carries the day.