Seriously. Not even eight words into the second song. The pick went a'flyin' and the Ol' Man maybe lost his train of thought for the next 29 or so words. But then he brought it home strong in the final chorus while staring at the pick, naked and alone next to the mic stand.
The pick. Not OMS. Christ. Y'all have some sick-ass minds in these here parts.
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