Sixteen years into his career, Clint Black returns to the simplicity of barroom songs that informed his heroes Haggard, Nelson, and Jones. While Drinkin' Songs & Other Logic occasionally delivers a wincing lame line (''It's not that kind of class that made Budweiser''), Black works his magic on the dance floor. There he evokes the best of old-fashioned honky-tonk and Texas Western swing, even as his rhythmic shuffles make him the Ray Price of his generation.


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