Driving on the country roads down to the beach last weekend (super super fun!). I couldn't get this out of my head.
Song, song of the south
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth
Gone, gone with the wind
There ain't nobody looking back again
Cotton on the roadside, cotton in the ditch
We all picked the cotton but we never got rich
Don't recognize it? Would you rather me not sing it to you?
Some good 'ol Alabama.
Wait! This one too.
So... Why all the Southern Rock? (or would you call it Country? hmmmm.)
This is what I was seeing.
Not from the South? Don't recognize it?
All the time. The girls I was with had no idea. (But, hey they didn't know either of the songs either.) So we stopped to take a peak.
I have to say I felt like the tour guide telling them the stuff I learned in Southern history classes. Finally a use for that N.C. State University history degree.