Introduction:

A Real Good Place To Start, released in 1997, is a country music song by the iconic artist George Strait. The song found a home on Strait’s studio album Carrying Your Love With Me. This project marked a continuation of Strait’s long-standing collaboration with producer Tony Brown. Brown had been behind the boards for many of Strait’s previous successes, and A Real Good Place To Start would add to their impressive track record.

While songwriter credits can sometimes be a complex web, A Real Good Place To Start is credited to the songwriting duo of Dean Dillon and Gary Nicholson. Dillon was already a well-established Nashville songwriter by the time he co-wrote A Real Good Place To Start. He had found particular success collaborating with Strait, having written The Cowboy Rides Away and All My Ex’s Live In Texas, both chart-topping hits for the country music superstar. Nicholson, the other half of the songwriting team for A Real Good Place To Start, had his own accomplishments on Music Row. Songs like Kiss The Girl Goodbye for Garth Brooks and She’s Leaving Home for The Road Rovers had already shown his talent for crafting relatable and commercially successful country songs.

A Real Good Place To Start itself did not disappoint. The song resonated with listeners, reaching number one on the Billboard Hot Country Singles chart and holding that position for two weeks. This success was not necessarily a surprise. Strait was already a major force in country music by 1997. Carrying Your Love With Me, the album that featured A Real Good Place To Start, was Strait’s 22nd studio album. He had already racked up 13 Platinum albums, and Carrying Your Love With Me continued that commercial streak, achieving Platinum certification itself. A Real Good Place To Start can be seen as a contributing factor to this ongoing success.

The song’s themes of heartbreak, healing, and finding new love in a familiar place are classic country music tropes. However, A Real Good Place To Start delivered these themes in a way that felt fresh and genuine to listeners. Strait’s signature vocals, along with the expert production by Tony Brown, helped make A Real Good Place To Start a country music hit that continues to be enjoyed by fans today.

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Lyrics:

Still reelin’ from a relationshipThat left me torn in twoTryin’ to find that first stepThat leads to someone newGettin’ me back togetherDidn’t know it could be so hardBut if I’m ever gonna mend this broken heartYou look like a real good place to start

I need a new beginningAnd girl you fit right inSometimes a new beginningIs found in an old friendIf I’m ever gonna mend this broken heartYou look like a real good place to start

There’ve been times when you and himJust couldn’t get alongI’d hear your knock and let you inBe your shoulder to cry onAnd now he’s finally left youAnd I’ve find you in my armsIf I’m ever gonna mend this broken heartYou look like a real good place to start

I need a new beginningAnd girl you fit right inSometimes a new beginningIs found in an old friendIf I’m ever gonna mend this broken heartYou look like a real good place to start

If I’m ever gonna mend this broken heartYou look like a real good place to start

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“THE KING AT 73 SAID NOTHING… AND WATCHED HIS OWN LEGACY SING HIM INTO IMMORTALITY.” This wasn’t a concert. It was a reckoning. Twenty thousand people. Dead silent. George Strait didn’t step up to the mic. He didn’t chase the spotlight. He sat still — 73 years carved into his face, decades of asphalt, arena lights, broken hearts, and sold-out stadiums behind him — and let the moment unfold without a single note from his own voice. First came Bubba Strait. Composed. Grounded. A son carrying stories heavier than any guitar case. Then little Harvey. Tiny boots. Trembling hands. A grandson stepping into a shadow that built country music’s modern throne. The first chords of “I Cross My Heart” floated into the arena like a memory refusing to fade. No pyrotechnics. No grand introduction. Just bloodline and ballad. And George listened. A man who once filled the silence with steel guitar and Texas thunder now surrendered the stage to the echo of his own lineage. His life — highways, rodeos, heartbreaks, honky-tonk nights — handed back to him verse by verse by the people who carry his name. Near the end, there was a pause. He looked down. One small smile. Not the superstar grin. Not the curtain-call wave. The quiet smile of a man realizing he’s no longer just an artist — he’s an inheritance. Some songs win awards. Some songs top charts. But a rare few become family scripture. For a few suspended minutes, country music stopped being an industry. It wasn’t numbers. It wasn’t legacy debates. It wasn’t nostalgia tours. It was a grandfather hearing his life sung back to him — softer, younger, eternal. And the King didn’t need to sing a word.