I'm not sure if Lonestar's own recent hits collection tells as nifty a story (that's probably the "Tequila Talkin'"), but it does certainly tell us that if you blow-dry your hair and indulge in a lot of clichés about women, you can "Tell Her" you sold as many records as Ms. Crow. She'll be "Amazed," note that "Everything's Changed" and promise that "Not a Day Goes By" that she doesn't kiss the heated marble floor beneath her feet. For an encore you'll do a shitty version of "Walking in Memphis" and shave your chest. "Smile!"