“THIRD RATE ROMANCE” WAS ON A JESSE WINCHESTER ALBUM BEFORE THE AMAZING RHYTHM ACES EVEN HAD THEIR HIT VERSION. TWO OF WINCHESTER’S SIDEMEN THEN LEFT, BUILT A NEW BAND AROUND RUSSELL SMITH — AND TOOK THE SONG TO BOTH COUNTRY AND POP RADIO. In the early 1970s, bassist Jeff Davis and drummer Butch McDade were working with Jesse Winchester in Canada as members of his backing group, the Rhythm Aces. Winchester was still living outside the United States after leaving for Canada in 1967 rather than submit to the military draft. Unable to freely build a conventional American touring career, he developed his music north of the border with musicians around him who would eventually create a story of their own. In 1974, Russell Smith joined them in Montreal during the sessions for Winchester’s Learn to Love It. Smith brought songs. Two of them ended up on the album: “Third Rate Romance” and “The End Is Not in Sight.” Smith even sang “Third Rate Romance” on Winchester’s recording. Then the personnel began moving in another direction. Davis and McDade left Winchester’s orbit and joined Smith, keyboardist Billy Earheart, multi-instrumentalist Barry “Byrd” Burton and pianist James Hooker in Memphis. The new group mixed country with rock, blues, R&B and Southern soul. They became The Amazing Rhythm Aces. For their 1975 debut album, Stacked Deck, they went back to Smith’s “Third Rate Romance.” This time it carried their own name. The band did not expect much. In a 1976 interview, they recalled hoping the record might receive some regional attention. Instead, it escaped Memphis. “Third Rate Romance” reached No. 11 country and No. 14 on the Billboard Hot 100, an unusual crossover for a band that did not fit cleanly into either format. In Canada it went all the way to No. 1 on both the country and general singles charts. Their next single, “Amazing Grace (Used to Be Her Favorite Song),” reached the country Top 10. Then they returned to another Russell Smith song that had already appeared with Winchester: “The End Is Not in Sight (The Cowboy Tune).” Their recording earned the Amazing Rhythm Aces a Grammy for country vocal performance by a group. The band never became easy for the industry to classify. Their records could sound country, Memphis soul, blues or rock within the same album. Later releases earned critical respect without reproducing the commercial breakthrough, and the original run eventually ended in the early 1980s. But “Third Rate Romance” still had another trip ahead. In 1994, almost twenty years after the Aces’ version, Sammy Kershaw recorded it again and carried the Russell Smith song back onto country radio. A song that had passed through Jesse Winchester’s Canadian exile, a Memphis band and 1970s crossover radio had found its way into another generation of country music.

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“THIRD RATE ROMANCE” WAS ON A JESSE WINCHESTER ALBUM BEFORE THE AMAZING RHYTHM ACES HAD THEIR HIT. THEN TWO OF WINCHESTER’S SIDEMEN LEFT, BUILT A NEW BAND AROUND RUSSELL SMITH — AND TOOK THE SONG TO COUNTRY AND POP RADIO.

Before “Third Rate Romance” belonged to The Amazing Rhythm Aces, it had already passed through Jesse Winchester’s world.

In the early 1970s, bassist Jeff Davis and drummer Butch McDade were working with Winchester in Canada as members of his backing group, the Rhythm Aces. Winchester was still living outside the United States after leaving for Canada in 1967 rather than submit to the military draft. Because he could not freely build a normal American touring career, his music developed north of the border, surrounded by musicians who would soon carry part of that sound somewhere else.

Then Russell Smith arrived.

In 1974, Smith joined them in Montreal during the sessions for Winchester’s Learn to Love It.

He brought songs with him.

Russell Smith’s Song Entered Through Winchester First

Two of Smith’s compositions ended up on Winchester’s album.

“Third Rate Romance.”

“The End Is Not in Sight.”

Smith even sang “Third Rate Romance” on Winchester’s recording.

That detail matters because the song did not begin as a clean Amazing Rhythm Aces origin story. It was already moving through another artist’s sessions, another country, another set of circumstances shaped by exile, distance, and musicians looking for places to put their own voices.

The song was there before the band that made it famous had fully become itself.

Then the personnel shifted.

Davis and McDade left Winchester’s orbit and followed the song’s writer into a new band.

Memphis Gave The Song A Different Body

Davis and McDade joined Russell Smith, keyboardist Billy Earheart, multi-instrumentalist Barry “Byrd” Burton, and pianist James Hooker in Memphis.

The new group did not fit neatly into one format.

They mixed country with rock, blues, R&B, and Southern soul. There was enough twang for country listeners, enough groove for Memphis, enough looseness for rock audiences, and enough humor and melancholy to keep the songs from turning into easy category work.

They became The Amazing Rhythm Aces.

For their 1975 debut album, Stacked Deck, they returned to Smith’s “Third Rate Romance.”

This time, the song carried their own name.

The Band Expected A Regional Record

The Aces did not expect a national breakout.

In a 1976 interview, they recalled hoping the record might get some regional attention. That would have made sense. They were not an obvious Nashville act, not a clean pop act, and not a straight rock band. Their sound came from the messy middle where country bars, Memphis studios, Southern humor, and adult disappointment all touched.

But “Third Rate Romance” escaped Memphis.

The record reached No. 11 on the country chart and No. 14 on the Billboard Hot 100, an unusual crossover for a band that did not belong fully to either world. In Canada, it went even higher, reaching No. 1 on both the country and general singles charts.

A song first heard through Jesse Winchester’s Canadian exile had become a hit for a Memphis-rooted band that radio did not know how to file cleanly.

That was part of its charm.

The Second Winchester Song Went Even Farther In Another Way

The Aces followed with “Amazing Grace (Used to Be Her Favorite Song),” which reached the country Top 10.

Then they returned to another Russell Smith song that had already appeared with Winchester: “The End Is Not in Sight (The Cowboy Tune).”

Their recording earned The Amazing Rhythm Aces a Grammy for country vocal performance by a group.

That gave the story a deeper shape.

The Winchester sessions had not simply provided one stray song. They had helped reveal material that would become central to the Aces’ identity. Smith’s writing, Winchester’s orbit, Davis and McDade’s move, and the Memphis band that formed afterward were all connected by songs that kept finding new rooms.

The records sounded casual.

The path was anything but simple.

The Industry Never Quite Knew Where To Put Them

The Amazing Rhythm Aces never became easy to classify.

Their albums could move from country to Memphis soul to blues to rock without asking permission from any format. That made them interesting, but it also made them harder for the industry to sell once the first burst of success passed.

Later releases earned critical respect, but they did not reproduce the same commercial breakthrough.

The original run eventually ended in the early 1980s.

Still, “Third Rate Romance” did not vanish with the band’s peak. The song had already proved it knew how to travel. It had gone from Winchester’s album to the Aces’ debut, from Canada to Memphis, from country radio to pop radio.

Then it found another singer nearly twenty years later.

Sammy Kershaw Took It Back To Country Radio

In 1994, Sammy Kershaw recorded “Third Rate Romance” and carried the Russell Smith song back onto country radio.

That version gave the song a second country life in a very different era. The 1970s Aces recording had lived in the borderland between country, pop, Southern soul, and rock. Kershaw brought it into the 1990s country mainstream, where its mix of sly humor, motel-room realism, and adult compromise still worked.

The song did not need to be reinvented completely.

It already had the bones.

Two strangers.

A cheap room.

A small transaction dressed up as romance.

A title that said the quiet part out loud.

That kind of story does not expire easily.

What “Third Rate Romance” Really Leaves Behind

The deepest part of this story is not only that The Amazing Rhythm Aces had a crossover hit with “Third Rate Romance.”

It is how far the song traveled before and after that moment.

Jesse Winchester in Canada.

A backing band called the Rhythm Aces.

Russell Smith arriving in Montreal with songs.

Jeff Davis and Butch McDade leaving to build something new in Memphis.

Then Stacked Deck, country radio, pop radio, a Canadian No. 1, a Grammy for another Smith song, and Sammy Kershaw carrying “Third Rate Romance” back into country music almost twenty years later.

The Amazing Rhythm Aces were never easy for the business to define.

That may be why the song fit them so well.

It had already crossed borders before most listeners knew it existed — between writers, bands, countries, formats, and generations.

And by the time Sammy Kershaw sang it in the 1990s, “Third Rate Romance” had become more than a hit from one band’s debut.

It was a Russell Smith song that kept finding new voices, new rooms, and new listeners willing to recognize the lonely little bargain inside it.

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