Don Henley and Glenn Frey wrote this with Bob Seger and J.D. Souther. When Frey was a 19-year-old in Detroit, Seger took him under his wing and got his music career started. Souther, who is sometimes considered an "Unofficial Eagle," was the first person Frey met when he moved to Los Angeles in the late-'60s. When we spoke with J.D. Souther, he told us how this song started: "Glenn Frey and I had been listening to Sam Cooke records at my house. So we were just walking around clapping our hands and snapping fingers and singing the verses to those songs. The melody sounds very much like those Sam Cooke shuffles. There's not much to it. I mean, it's really just two long verses. But it felt really good." http://www.songfacts.com/detail.php?id=5076
Not sure about a heartache but there may be some heartburn coming soon. Hot wings, nachos and Tropical Skittles washed down with Rickards Pale Ale isn't exactly directions to sleepytown bliss. Damn those Skittles were good though.