Okay Queen, I can buy the football boobs thing, but you're spelling naked like a Yankee. It's not nakid. It's nekud. Get your southern butt down here where you belong girl.

AND, Where did you hear that stuff about "way down yonder" being in New Orleans? It ain't New Orleans. It's Oklahoma.
Woody Guthrie, the Dustbowl Balladeer, from Okemah, Oklahoma, wrote about it in the thirties.
And us Okies ain't lettin' them Louisianans steal it neither. "This Indian Nation, Oklahoma, is where "Way Down Yonder" is and we know it!! Here's Woody's song:

OKLAHOMA HILLS
by Woody Guthrie
Many a month has come and gone
Since I wandered from my home
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.
Many a page of life has turned,
Many a lesson I have learned;
Well, I feel like in those hills I still belong.
CHORUS:
""'Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
Ridin' my pony on the reservation,
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.
Now, 'way down yonder in the Indian Nation,
A cowboy's life is my occupation,
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.

But as I sit here today,
Many miles I am away
From a place I rode my pony through the draw,
While the oak and blackjack trees
Kiss the playful prairie breeze,
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.

CHORUS

Now as I turn life a page
To the land of the great Osage
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born,
While the black oil it rolls and flows
And the snow-white cotton grows
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.

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P.S. I went to the site. Loved it. Can't wait to get the book. No matter how late I am, I need to BLOOM!!!

[ August 28, 2004, 11:28 AM: Message edited by: smilinize ]