So begins a southern twanged chant from a band none of whom is from the south, hell the banjo player is from India. Anyway, fiddles banjos and piano begin a infectous riff, each joining in after a bit untill the bass drum kicks the song into a hard edged country stomp that even people who hate Deerbone hear several times a day of T V commercials with him throwing his fists at the camera. Rumer has it Gerald Ellon bought him a small island in the tropics.