I was riding number nine heading south from Caroline.

I heard that law.

Mwai and wile. I heard that a law. Some whistle blue.

Oh, oh, you.

Oh, you.

Get.

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It's me.

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Well, I didn't really plan on doing a show today because I'm getting over the stomach virus and it's being pretty fucking bad.

We're done on the show this past Sunday, as many of you probably see me post about.

Had six musicians over here, which means we got six

live from the old Barn and Grill show was coming up here very soon.

And, uh... show was coming up here very soon and I picked up the stomach bug I believe

from Miss Montana Hobbs. Montana Hobbs I told Fallon I said the best way I

can describe her right now she's like a sour patch kid.

Yeah she gave me the fucking stomach bug but uh by God she left me some gator aid some

fucking seven up so uh... I'm playing too damn much but I just want to do one more

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