This episode of Sean of the South is brought to you by Case Knives, a tradition of my family dating back to my granddaddy, the fisherman to woodcarver, and the Southern Baptist, who always said the best cure for idle hands is to build something.

So keep your hands sharp with a case knife.

Yeah, you are listening to Sean of the South, and I'm your host.

This evening in Sean Dietrich.

And man, we've got a great show lineup ahead of here, a great show lineup here coming to live in the South. I'm this evening in Sean Dietrich. And man, we've got a great show line up ahead of here.

A great show lineup ahead of you here coming to live in the podcast airwaves

and the radio waves all over this fine nation.

This good group of folks you see behind me here, fix and play music for you tonight

is Mile 12, everybody.

Mile 12.

Thank you. 12. Wow, 12. See the boys out walking, the boys that look so fine Dressed up in green velvet, their silver buckles shine

Soon they'll be bleary eye under a keg of wine

Down where the drugards roll Down where the drugards roll

See that lover standing and staring at the ground

Looking for the real thing

Lives are all he found

You can get the real thing it'll only cost a pound

Down where the drunkards roll

Down where the drunkards roll There goes a troubled woman, she dreams a troubled dream, she lives out on the highway,

keeps her money clean.

Soon she'll be returning to the place where she's the queen, down where the drug herds roll.

Down where the drug hurts roll. You can be a gambler who never drew a hand.

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