Tuesday, June 3, 2008


Here I am in the study, getting ready for class tonight, when through my window faintly drifts a familiar tune:

Way down yonder on the Chattahoochie
It gets hotter than a hoochie coochie
We laid rubber on the Georgia asphalt
We got a little crazy but we never got caught.

Just one verse. I played the song last month in class as an example of country music, and somehow it made its way onto the school courtyard freetime playlist. It's just not exactly what I expected to hear on a Tuesday night in Mazhan, Zhanjiang... how funny!

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