Country music steel guitars and banjos and clanging honky-tonk piano the sweet harmonies that sound like you've heard them all your life, and you have, you can still remember your mother doing a little two step across the kitchen floor one day while you were still hanging low in her belly. just think back far enough. if you've ever smoked a joint and listened to willie nelson hum magic or jerry jeff tell us how he got it all wrong again or hank snow mourn for frauline... well, then you feel it. cause in the end they tell us that he is from the south and that she finally left him, and that he is drunk again, and that his heart is sick and will never heal and that even this is beautiful.Birth sign: Taurus
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