s/t (Drunkabilly)
Over the hill and down the dirt road went tetched ol' Limber Legs. Barefoot. Overalls. Swingin' a beloved jug in one gnarled hand and clutchin' his banjo in t'other.
If you ever get up close and look into his squinted, sunken, rheumy eyes, you'll see they're shot through with blood-red lightning bolts and haunted by twisted knowledge no earthly creature should have a grasp on.
His few, grey hairs haven't seen shears in a coon's age. His frizzy beard is long and reeks of spilled 'shine.
They say he creeps into the clearing, way late some nights, dancing a herky-jerky jig under the full, yellow moon.
Now, multiply all that by five. Damned if'n these boys can't play.
Recommended: "Death Is a Gift," "From the Hills Up North," "Under Lock and Key," "Snake Struck," "Mother Earth," "Blood, Beer, and Fire"
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