Born in a coal gulch in West Virginee. Where the men are red of neck, black of tooth, moonshined and blood-eyed, and and absolutely don't need no stinking baths. At least according to the Chronicles of Pepe de Beadle. Taking a boat backwards across the pond to PapaLand came a little later.
Moi. {If I may be so modest}
ReplyDeleteYou been to Appalachia? I wonder how the hooch is there.
ReplyDeleteBorn in a coal gulch in West Virginee. Where the men are red of neck, black of tooth, moonshined and blood-eyed, and and absolutely don't need no stinking baths. At least according to the Chronicles of Pepe de Beadle. Taking a boat backwards across the pond to PapaLand came a little later.
ReplyDeleteWhat an Odyssey! So where is your WV accent?
ReplyDeleteIll-formed by a stay little beyond nascency, battered in the play of Mobile Perpetuum, and buried in the Long Ago.
ReplyDeleteNever knew that. You gotta tell me more about it, over a bottle of Mountain Moonshine.
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