Hey, you're listening to Sean of the South, and I'm your host, Sean Dietrich.

We're coming to you live in the podcast, Airwaves, and the radio is all over the nation, and it truly is a privilege.

This music you're fixing to hear behind me tonight is the Wildmans, everybody.

The Wildmans.

Thank you. Thank you. Wake up, wake up, don't worry.

What makes you sleep so sound?

The revenue officers are coming

They're gonna tear your still house down Well, the first time I see in her

She was sitting on the banks of sea

A 44 on her body A banjo on her knee

Go away Go away, go away, don't quarry

You could hang in around my bed

When I was threw in my body

But you're humming gone to my head I'm Can you hear the mournful sounds That raging dark are quarries for the room

They're gonna lay hole in the meadow, take a hole in the cold, take a hole in the cold ground

Take a hole, dig a hole in the meadow, moves on a lake, drawing, glory in the ground. Take a hole, a hole, in the meadow we're gonna lay star and glory in the ground.

They go, go, there's a hole in the meadow.

We're gonna lay, darling, glory in the ground. We'll read a little bit of our mail tonight, a little bit of our mail sent to us from listeners

all over the nation who could think of nothing better than to grace their day with a little bit of pen and paper.

Write us a note about what's going on in their life.

Derek Fish from Gloucester, Maine.

Sean, I don't know how I found your broadcast, but I listen every week when I take my girl to dance class an hour drive away from where I live.

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