This album reminds me of a story. All through high school and college, I worked construction jobs -- both after school and full-time during the summers. One summer, I was working on framing crew building houses. Someone would always bring a "boom box" to the jobs, and we'd usually listen to the radio while working throughout the day. Occasionally, someone would bring a cassette tape and we'd listen to that.
One day, someone popped in a country music cassette. Nothing unusual there. But I quickly noticed something that was unusual: The words coming from the boom box were incredibly raunchy. I don't mean double-entendre type raunchy, like the album pictured above. I mean full-on pornographic raunchy. No details spared. . . . I didn't know that such a thing even existed!
Turns out that it was an album by David Allan Coe. Along with his "regular" country music, I guess he had a side-hustle as "porno-country" musician. Odder than odd. Yikes!!!
One of the many things that I learned as a teenager/young adult working on construction sites.
My apologies if I've already told this story here. I'm getting old(er), so I guess it's inevitable that I often repeat myself.