Day 8: One band who's popularity you will never understand

In a world of rising neo-conservatism, you'd think a song that appeals to rednecks by romanticizing alcoholism and promiscuity would eliminate any semblance of popularity, but nope.

Rain makes corn. Corn makes whiskey. Whiskey makes my baby feel a bit frisky. Rain, it's a good thing.

It's borderline date-rape. And retarded.