On banjo, the opening verse of "Dueling Banjos."
(The verse you might feel compelled to whistle when, say, crossing from Florida into Georgia, or from Guilford County N.C. into Randolph County, or from Arlington into Fairfax.)
It is my finest musical achievement. Bow to me, hillbillies of the world.
My life, somewhat, as told by me, occasionally. Also: complaining. Lots of complaining.
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