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A song Solmonese missed…

Oooo, buddy. I’m on a country kick tonight. Boy, I’m having fun.

From Carolina down to Georgia,
Smell the jasmine and magnollia,
Sleepy Sweet home Alabama,
Roll tide roll,
Muddy water, Misssissippi,
Blessed Graceland whispers to me,
Carry on, Carry on,
Sweet Southern Comfort carry on

I wonder if Joe Solmonese has ever heard this song?

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Memories, Memories… The time that should have lasted…

I saw you star-ing at each other
I saw your eyes be-gin to glow
And I could tell you once were lov-er’s
You ain’t hidding nothing I don’t know

There’s an old flame, burning in your eyes
That tears can’t drown, and make-up can’t disguise
That old flame may not be stronger, but it’s been burning longer
Than any spark I might have, started in your eyes

You said it ended when he left you
You say your love for him is gone
But those old memories still up set you
For I might be a memory before to long

Wow. Those few drinks sure have made me all reminiscent.

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Little sister, Cara, on the 4-wheeler… Uncle Butch to the side. Lambsburg, Va., Summer 2007

High school, four-wheelin’ on the family mountain…

Just off of the beaten path
A little dot on a state road map
That’s where I was born and where I’ll die
Things move at a slower pace
Nobodys in the rat race
And these days thats a special way of life

Chorus:
Down home, where they know you by name
And treat you like family
Down home, a man’s good word and a hand shake
Are all you need
Folks know, if they’re falling on hard times
They can fall back home
Those of us raised up down home

In the corner of the hardware store
Gathered round a checkerboard
Old men telling lies and crowning kings
Kids driving round the old town square
Tops rolled down in the cool night air
Go and see whats shaking at the dairy queen

Those were the days.

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And for all my dear Republican friends…

Song, song of the South.
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth.
Gone, gone with the wind.
There aint nobody looking back again.

Cotton on the roadside, cotton in the ditch.
We all picked the cotton but we never got rich.
Daddy was a veteran, a Southern Democrat.
They oughta get a rich man to vote like that.

… And …

Clear creeks and cool mountain mornin’s.
Honest work out in the fields.
Cornbread in my momma’s kitchen.
Daddy saying grace before the meal.
Family ties run deep in this land.
And I’m never very far from what I am.

I was born country and that’s what I’ll always be.
Like the rivers and the woodlands wild and free.
I got a hundred years of down home running through my blood.
I was born country and this country’s what I love.