Why has this always been one of my favorite songs? I think I used to imagine, and even fleetingly hope, that I would end up out behind the smokehouse in my rocking chair, and Randy Newman would come and be my man. And I would not laugh at his mighty sword, no sir, I would help him if I could. This is a throwback to my days traveling with carnivals out in mid America and the deep south about forty years ago, stories for later. Well, actually, it seems those stories are starting to surface in my funny old mind, so watch out!
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