Introduction:
Released in 1981, Three Minutes At A Time is a country song that captured the bittersweet realities of long-distance relationships. The song, written by both country music veteran Gene Watson and renowned songwriter Bobby Braddock, became the title track for Watson’s ninth studio album, also released in 1981. The album itself was produced by Billy Sherrill, a legendary figure in country music known for his work with artists like Tammy Wynette and George Jones.
Three Minutes At A Time proved to be a critical and commercial success. It raced up the Billboard Hot Country Singles chart, ultimately reaching the coveted number one spot. This achievement solidified Watson’s status as a country music star and brought the song widespread recognition.
The song’s enduring popularity stems from its honest and relatable portrayal of long-distance love. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of a couple yearning to connect despite the physical separation. The narrator, presumably the singer himself, finds solace in the brief moments of connection afforded by phone calls. Three Minutes At A Time becomes a metaphor for the precious stolen moments of intimacy that keep the relationship alive.
Watson’s sincere and emotive vocals perfectly capture the song’s underlying sentimentality. The melody is both catchy and melancholic, mirroring the complex emotions of long-distance love. Three Minutes At A Time stands as a testament to the power of music to connect with listeners on a deeply personal level. The song continues to resonate with anyone who has ever experienced the challenges and rewards of loving someone from afar.
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Lyrics:
With a pocket full of quarters and time on my hands
That old jukebox keeps calling my name
One day it might break me but i’ll pay the price
For an evening with your memory againThree minutes at a time i get lost in each song
It’s heartache in rhyme but it helps me hang on
I drop a quarter in the jukebox and for a while you’re still mine
I’m getting by three minutes at a timeOld joe in the corner sits there every night
He’s heard my story he knows every line
My misery’s in good company as long as i’m here
In this barroom the past comes alive