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Gretchen Wilson
All Jacked Up
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Wilson holds out for a brighter day (“Raining on Me”) and stumps for homespun values even though she knows many are “Politically Uncorrect.” “Full Time Job” is a pedal-steel tribute to moms on call 24/7 (“I’m a mother, I’m a lover, a chef, a referee/I’m a doctor and a chauffeur seven days a week”). A wife chooses to love during a rough spell on “I Don’t Feel Like Loving You Today.” “California Girls” ridicules the beauty cult. Invoking Galatians 6:7, an older, wiser woman warns a wild adolescent that choices have consequences (“Rebel Child”). “All Jacked Up” advises good-ol’-girls to not drive drunk, however ...
... that rollicking paean to getting smashed uses a profanity and portrays alcoholic excess—shots and beers at a bustling bar—as a fun night out. Mouth cancer gets an image boost as Wilson fawns over men who dip and chew tobacco on “Skoal Ring” (“That berry blend on his lips still turns me on”). “One Bud Wiser” relies on beer to neutralize memories and heal pain. “He Ain’t Even Cold Yet” doesn’t object to sex outside of marriage, only to an insensitive woman jumping into a new lover’s bed too soon.
Wilson’s enormous appeal lies in her “redneck girl” authenticity. But while some of those earthy rural priorities play well, others are morally irresponsible.
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