When someone learns I’m from Kentucky,
invariably they ask if I’m a…
horseback ridin
moonshine sluggin
fried chicken eatin
basketball watchin
coal minin
bourbon sippin
derby gamblin
barefoot walkin
kind of Kentuckian?
And I think “Lord Help Me”
for this is how I’ve been raised,
but I muster my thickest Southern syrup,
“Yes, Sir! In my hometown we even have
a water tower that says Y’all on it.
Bless your heart for askin.”