🚀 go-pugleaf

'Lizabeth didn't hardly know what hit her, watchin' that man up there
behind the chicken wire sing his sad songs.  Oh, they was real, real
sad- the kinda songs that make you wanna crawl up inside the bottle
stay sad till Jesus comes back.  'Lizabeth was gettin' the kinda feelings
she hadn't oughta get, and she knew Sonny could tell, the wat her dress
was riding up her hips ever' time he hit the high, lonesome notes.  She
knew Sonny didn't like it, but she never thought he'd do what he did
with that hog jowl when the man come out to git another PBR.  If he'd
only sent his harmonica player out instead, or just called for Pansy
to bring him the tall-boy- but he was feeling high ornery, and there's
no telling what a man will do when he's feeling high ornery.  He never
saw Sonny standing there behind the marshall stack, and tonight,
Nashville mourns one of it's own.  If only they hadn't let him bring
that goddamn dobro with him...