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Boondocks Me

Want to get to know the real me? Well, here I am. These are my people, this is the core of me, really, and I am damn proud of it, too. I know these same houses, these same trailers, no stranger to these same livestock running amok, the same tin roofs and the gravel roads from the song, too. And yeah, this is where I will always feel most at home. Not unfamiliar with the outhouse, I might add, but apparently nothing rhymes lyrically with that. Probably not so much song-worthy anyway. So this is the real me, y'all, truth be told.

Little Big Town - Boondocks

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  1. Hey Doug! I kind of like this song-the backbone of it at least; I would like to edit out the female singers' interlude though.

    Anyway, you should be proud!

    I feel that way about the beach. When I go home, I love that you can wear minimal clothing or dress like a bum and go out in public and it's normal. I'm fine in bikini bottoms and a big t-shirt. Basically, in Daytona, only your privates have to be covered. They made a special law about it-a certain % of breast must be covered or it's(I think) $112 fine per breast exposed.Ha. I digress as usual.

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  2. I forgot to inquire in my last comment: do you have a podcast on this blog? I read your comment that you did one. Just curious.

    Also, have you heard Thriving Ivory's song,"Angels on the Moon" ?I love it.

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  3. Oh, good Lord, not only are boobs overrated, they're obviously overpriced as well! $112 per?? That'd put a dent in an exhibitionist's pocketbook.

    I love big city, but I just loved growing up the time on the farm in the country, and I am proud of being a hillbilly at heart. Of course, I do just fine in NYC or Chicago, too, love the energy in those places.

    I'm weird. Like I love this song just as much as the Bad Girlfriend dick magnet song from the other day and then maybe some Mozart thrown in. I have my brain is fucked up probably.

    As far as the podcast, I had a few. They're still out there just somewhere else, removed from here, I suck because I ramble on.

    No, don't know Thriving Ivory ... I'll definitely go check that out!

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  5. I really liked this song Doug. Never heard it. While reading I, being the age that I am and so "uncool" I guess...ha...thought it was gonna be that one..."Down in the boondocks...down in the boondocks...that's the kind of town I was born in...I love her, she loves me..." Then oops! What was I thinking... :) I love that corny oldie by the way...

    "Say it loud!" You're Doug and you're proud!"

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  6. "I'm Doug and yep, I'm proud!" With here and queer and get used to it thrown in. And yes, I'm not such a youngster as to not also remember Down in the Boondocks, either! I love her, she loves me, but I don't fit in her society, Lord have mercy on a boy from down in the Boondocks. Billy Joe Royal. The 45 had a red center label, I remember.

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  7. Is this blugegrass? I like this too.
    Very , very nice! Thanks Doug!

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  8. Definitely some bluegrass influence here without a doubt. Obviously a mix of styles, I love it, both the song and that I relate to it so spot on. Glad you like it, Rain.

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  9. Angels on the Moon, heard it this morning, well, yesterday morning now, loved it. DOUG! Feel your inner out house...BE IT. You the man. Besides, not where ya come from but where you go that matters. (no pun intended)
    From your Hoosier born and bred farmland girl, Diane

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