a boy in a bar recently told me the type of music i love means i got a little texas left in me yet. i fell in love with him for that alone. ask me about the time i drew the lone star state's shape on the palm of a man's hand. i was explaining the panhandle and the gulf. his hand in mind was heaven.
funny that it's only just now after nearly eight years in this city, that i'm coming to learn about and love the low-country gal upon which the rest of me is built.
look again, looks deceive, i'm a little bit earthy and a little bit wild.
i digress...to the music:
(just for kicks, an added {kickass} bonus)...