Ain’t That Lonely Yet

Greetings to fans of real country music, and welcome to this week’s Essie Country’s 21st Century Real Country Music Song of the Week for the week of 10/12/25 thru 10/18/25

Ain’t That Lonely Yet

Performed by Brit Taylor

Released 07/09/2021

Intro by Gene Johns

I recently listened to a Brit Taylor cover of Dwight Yoakam’s hit, “Ain’t That Lonely Yet.” His song peaked at number two on Billboard’s Hot Country Singles Chart on June 5, 1993. The song that prevented it from being number one was Toby Keith’s first chart-topping hit, “Should’ve Been a Cowboy.” 

Brit delivers a soulful rendition of one of my favorite Dwight Yoakam songs, which is why I’ve chosen “Ain’t That Lonely Yet,” by Brit Taylor, for Essie Country’s 21st Century Real Country Music Song of the Week.

To introduce this week’s Song of the Week, I crafted a fictional story inspired by that song. The story revolves around the end of a relationship between a couple. The broken relationship has left one person feeling lonely, while the other ain’t that lonely yet. My goal is for this story to enhance your listening experience when you listen to Brit perform, “Ain’t That Lonely Yet.” 

However, you have two options: 

The first option is that you can read the fictional story below (about a 7-minute read), or you can scroll down past the story, and then click on the link to the song. Either way, thank you for your time and I hope you enjoy the song as much as I do.

Below is the fictional story about an end to a couple’s relationship, and how it ends with one lonely and the other not that lonely yet……

   

She pulled into ‘Idaho Jack’s Bar & Grill’ parking lot as heavy rain began falling, making visibility poor in the dimly lit parking area. There were no open parking spaces, and late-arriving customers were parking their vehicles along the street. The crowded lot wasn’t surprising, given it was Friday night, and a popular local band, The Charley Brown Band, was playing there that night. 

Easing her way through the parking lot, as her windshield wipers dutifully kept her windshield clear from the heavy rain, she pulled around to the back of the building. A timely flash of lightning revealed an empty parking spot near the back door. She thought to herself, “That’s the first time lightning has helped me.”

Brit pulled into the vacated parking spot and quickly exited her car. She left her umbrella behind because she was only a few feet away from the cover of the back door entrance. However, she stepped into a couple of shallow puddles along the way, splashing water onto her legs. 

Brit used a temporary “band member pass” she had gotten earlier in the week to clear the security guard checkpoint and get into the crowded entertainment and staging area of ‘Idaho Jack’s Bar & Grill.’ She arrived just as the band started playing a crowd favorite, “The Devil Went Down to Georgia.”

He was already inside, sittin’ at a table for two and nursing his ‘Whiskey Sour.” The “White Russian” drink he ordered for her sat on the table, watering down. Condensation on her glass trickled down onto a wet napkin. She was fifteen minutes late and he was beginning to think she wasn’t going to show up.

Brit slowly entered the crowded room and started to look for him. As she looked left, then right across the dimly lit room, she finally spotted him. He was sitting alone at a table against the wall beneath a powder blue and crimson red neon-lit sign that read, ‘Idaho Jack’s Bar & Grill.’

She thought he still looked good under that Stetson cowboy hat, but she also knew his looks were deceiving. She had been through this situation with him once before and now they were back to where they were just two months ago, living apart. 

As the band finished “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” and as the applause faded, she approached his table and said, “Hi,” in a soft but firm voice. He looked up at her, smiled, and motioned for her to sit down.

“There is your ‘White Russian’ you like,” he said in a cold tone as she pulled out the chair and sat across from him. Brad continued, “It’s probably watered down by now because it has been sitting there for longer than I expected, and the ice is melting,” he said with a sneer, showing he wasn’t happy she was late. 

“Brad,” she spoke with an endearing but shaky voice as she looked across the table into his seductive blue eyes. “You keep calling me and leaving notes on my door. I know you’re lonely and that’s sad. But I’ve told you I’m done putting myself through all the inconsiderate things you do and the web of lies you tell.” She took a deep breath, then added, “I ain’t that lonely yet, to let you back in my life.” 

She took a long sip of that watered-down “White Russian” and then stood up, and walked around the table to get close to him. He looked up at her, and with tears welling up in her eyes, she leaned down, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and whispered in his ear, “I’m sorry Brad, but it’s over between you and me.”

She steps back and then explains why she is there tonight, “Brad, I wrote a song about us.” She continues, “I’ve been practicing that song about us for a week, with the band. I’m singing it tonight.  I’m sorry I’m doing it publicly in front of friends, but I don’t know any other way to get you to leave me alone after everything you’ve put me through.” 

As she turned to walk toward the stage, he grabbed her hand and loudly said, “I’m sorry.” She turns around, looks down at him, and sorrowfully replies, “I know,” as she pulls her hand away from him and continues toward the stage. 

The lead singer sees her walking up to the stage and signals the band to bring a soft but sudden end to the song they had started to play. The guitarist reaches out, takes her hand, and helps her onto the stage. 

Charley, the band’s lead singer, steps up to the microphone, “Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve been practicing with Miss Brit here for the past week. She wrote an excellent song for her ex. I think he is here tonight. Brad where are you at?” Before Brad could respond, Brit pointed in the direction where Brad was sitting. Brad hesitantly raises his hand.

“Okay, now that we know where Brad is,” Charley says with some sarcasm, then continued, “Brad, I hope you’re ready for this, my friend, and I’m glad you are close to a door. You might want to leave after this song is over.” A low level of chatter spread across the room as everyone looked towards Brad. Brad tilted his head down, hiding his face from the crowd with the brim of his hat. 

Charley then turns to face Brit and continues speaking with a slightly humorous inflection, “Well, everyone, she is no doubt prettier than I am, and honestly, she has a way better voice than I do. And let me say, just because I said Brad might want to leave after Brit’s song, that doesn’t mean you should leave after she’s done. I have more songs to sing, and you all have more drinks to buy.” 

The crowd erupts with laughter and applause. Charley elevates his voice and continues, “So let’s give Brit a loud and warm ‘Idaho Jack’s Bar & Grill’ welcome with a great big round of applause.”

As the crowd, once again, erupts with applause and whistles that drown out the chatter of the crowd, Brit steps up to the microphone. The crowd quiets down as the band begins to play:

                Ain’t That Lonely Yet

                       by Brit Taylor

                                  ⬇️

                https://youtu.be/SzFW_oj8JaU?si=QmIUUwX8x9wp_0kd