re: Whiskey River take my mind

Not old but if you’ve never listen to Whiskey Myer’s “ballot of a southern man” do yourself a favor and give it a listen

“My first rifle was a .243
Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me
And they taught me how to shoot with a steady hand
I guess that's somethin' you don't understand
Now, I grew up on a prison farm
Sneaking pulls of shine from a mason jar
Used to go fishing out Pickle Creek dam
But I guess that's somethin' you don't understand”