Turn Me Loose

Introduction:

“Turn Me Loose” is a song recorded by American country music artist Vince Gill. It was released in September 1984 as the title track from his extended play of the same name. The song was written by Kent Robbins and Curly Putman, and produced by Emory Gordy Jr.   

The song is about a man who is asking his lover to release him from their relationship. He tells her that he is not the right person for her and that she deserves someone who can give her everything she wants. He also tells her that he is not going to change and that she should find someone who is more compatible with her.

“Turn Me Loose” is a classic country song with a strong melody and lyrics. It is a heartfelt song about love, loss, and moving on. The song has been covered by many other artists, including Reba McEntire and Alan Jackson.

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THE LAST TIME THE CROWD ROSE FOR MERLE HAGGARD — HE WOULD NEVER WALK ONSTAGE AGAIN. They carried him through the doors wrapped in the very flag he once sang about — and in the stillness that followed, there was something almost audible… a fragile echo only lifelong listeners could feel in their bones. Merle Haggard’s story closed the same way it opened: unpolished, honest, and deeply human. From being born in a converted boxcar during the Great Depression to commanding the grandest stages across America, his life unfolded like a country ballad etched in grit, regret, resilience, and redemption. Every lyric he sang carried the weight of lived experience — prison walls, hard roads, blue-collar truths, and hard-earned second chances. Those who stood beside his casket said the atmosphere felt thick, as if the room itself refused to forget the sound of his voice. It wasn’t just grief in the air — it was reverence. A stillness reserved for someone whose music had become stitched into the fabric of ordinary lives. One of his sons leaned close and murmured, “He didn’t really leave us. He’s just playing somewhere higher.” And perhaps that’s the only explanation that makes sense. Because artists like Merle don’t simply vanish. They transform. They become the crackle of an AM radio drifting through a late-night highway. They become the soundtrack of worn leather seats and long stretches of open road. They live in jukebox corners, in dance halls, in quiet kitchens where memories linger longer than the coffee. Somewhere tonight, a trucker tunes in to an old melody. Somewhere, an aging cowboy lowers his hat and blinks back tears. And somewhere in that gentle hum of steel guitar and sorrow, a whisper carries through: “Merle’s home.”