“Now I’m Just A Country Boy, BUT . . .”

Moving around as much as I did growing up, I can’t honestly call myself a “country boy,” though I have been known to describe myself as a “country boy at heart.”  While my upbringing might have been gypsy, I come from country stock enough to know that any time someone starts a sentence with the phrase “Now I’m just a country boy, but . . .” they are, with almost no exceptions, about to demonstrate a grasp of the situation that not only exceeds expectation, but may very well exceed your own.  (My Dad is particularly infamous for doing this.)


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