A show like this can mean only one thing: My name is gonna be Mudd.
C'mon, I reference freakin' Hee-Haw, for pity's sake! I even assume people will remember the show . . . and Junior Samples' hilarious bits selling used cars. That number again: BR-549.
And then on 3 Chords & the Truth, we go on to play stuff by the band that took its name from Samples' Hee-Haw bits -- BR5-49.
IT'S NOT flippin' brain surgery. I am an idiot. I have outed myself as a gol-darned redneck. I had relatives who lived in the country.
Some still do.
And, oh, what's the point . . . I mean, what the hell. The Big Show is gonna end up being the no-show. OK, you want some truth with your three chords?
I'll give you truth. Whether or not you can handle it is another question.
I drink Schlitz . . . PBR is kind of pricey.
There. I've gone and done it now. My credibility is toast. I don't care.
HEY, Y'ALL! Watch thi. . . .