I was driving back from the Household Hazardous Waste depot this morning, lighter by 8 cans of ancient paint left by the previous owners of the house, when this song came on the radio.
We just moved back from living in Atlanta for 5 years and, truth be told, the city is full of northerners. But for whatever reason, this song just choked me up. There is still incredible sadness and bitterness in the South about their history.
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