Last One Turn Out The Lights

Over the years, the decades that I've tried to make the music business and the world fit into my plans I realize that I was one of the last ones out of the South. I come from something that's pretty much gone. Maybe not Gone With The Wind. Maybe Gone Like The Wind. 

Racism exists. Heck, racism thrives. Idiots claim to revere flags like idiots everywhere. There's a certain brand of gentility, love and respect, though, that I remember and that I miss. I see it in cousins and I see it in loves from another time. My grandmother dealt in it exclusively. Elvis thought he moved past it. He didn't.