But just when you think you\u2019ve got this kid pegged as your next Sunday School MVP, he drops a twist nobody saw coming. With that tiny microphone still in his hand and the choir still catching their breath, he leans in and belts out, in the sweetest baby twang you\u2019ve ever heard, \u201cAll my ex\u2019s live in Texas\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n It\u2019s the kind of moment that makes you wish you\u2019d kept rolling on your phone because you know the family will be replaying that clip until he\u2019s forty. And let\u2019s be honest, somewhere in the back pew, Grandma nearly fell out laughing. The teacher\u2019s face probably went pale for half a second before she cut him off, but come on, how do you top that?<\/p>\n If you\u2019re wondering where a four-year-old even learns a George Strait song, you must not have spent much time below the Mason-Dixon line. \u201cAll My Ex\u2019s Live in Texas\u201d is basically required listening in every truck, honky-tonk, and VFW hall with a jukebox. That song came out back in \u201987 and climbed straight to No. 1, turning George Strait from rising ranch kid to the King of Country in one swoop of that Stetson.<\/p>\n Written by the late Whitey Shafer and his wife Lyndia, the tune was a tongue-in-cheek wink at heartbreak, turning a laundry list of old flames into a boot-scootin\u2019 singalong for the ages. It\u2019s part neon-lit jukebox jam, part Texas tourism ad, and it\u2019s impossible not to grin when you hear that first line. It\u2019s funny, too, because Strait himself has never been the ramblin\u2019 heartbreaker the song makes him out to be. The man\u2019s been married to his high school sweetheart, Norma, since the early \u201970s, living proof that sometimes country lyrics are just good stories told by the world\u2019s greatest liar in a cowboy hat.<\/p>\n![\"Four](\"https:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/VIvupevIc44\/hqdefault.jpg\")
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