texts: Jackson, how many times I got to tell you, you're from Tennessee.
labels: I am, but I like imported whiskey. So there I am and I hear the biggest ole' coon you ever did hear, rustling right there in front of me. That ole' boy comes right out of the brush, I got a clear shot and he knows he's about to meet his maker. I aim, I got my finger tight on the trigger and then I just smile and say to that ole' coon, go on, now, you get out of here.  Then I sit down on a hollow log and take a long pull of that mash whiskey.