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“She Let Herself Go” is a milestone song in George Strait’s illustrious career, released as the second single from his 2005 album Somewhere Down in Texas. Written by the talented duo Dean Dillon and Kerry Kurt Phillips, the song reflects a classic narrative of heartbreak turned into personal freedom. It tells the story of a woman who, after being left by her partner, transforms her life, indulging in self-discovery and experiences she had previously set aside.

Upon its release to country radio on September 6, 2005, the song resonated strongly with audiences, climbing the charts rapidly. By January 2006, it reached the top spot on the Billboard Hot Country Songs chart, becoming Strait’s 40th career No. 1 hit. This accomplishment tied him with Conway Twitty for the most No. 1 singles on the country chart at the time, underscoring Strait’s enduring popularity and impact on country music. The song’s success also helped solidify his nickname as the “King of Country Music.”

“She Let Herself Go” is notable not just for its commercial success but also for its heartfelt lyrics and relatable theme of empowerment following a breakup. The track is a testament to Strait’s ability to connect with listeners through stories of resilience and transformation, a hallmark of his career spanning decades. It continues to be celebrated as a highlight of his expansive discography and a fan favorite.

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