Some seriously adoring songs about the Only-Begotten come out all wrong. “Let’s Make a Baby King” takes the punning penchant of CW song writers and makes us regret liking down home humor. Seriously, guys?
I like Jesse Winchester‘s rocking country take. Can barely hear the words.
Hard driving bluegrass from New Grass Revival takes the sting off, as all good bluegrass should. Still creepy.
It’s a woman’s job, I guess, to bear the brunt of the unfortunate turns of the the word and the world. Wynona Judd has a smokey whiskey–almost dangerously earthy–version you should consider. Then find someone to confess to.