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Da-da-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-da; da-da-dum-dum...........the faint sound of a guitar and a slightly out-of-tune banjo echoed the refrain as the gal in the old Jimmy pickup truck slowed, rolled down her window and waived me near. My heart jumped into my throat as visions of forbidden pleasure waifed before my eyes. Then she smiled a toothless grin, spit out a chew of tobacco and asked, "What's with them silly winders on yore car?" The music changed - it was Ray Charles - "Georgia, Georgia; no peace do I find......"
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