Pffft! The main reason i like that song is Sullivan's Holler, where the more unusual part of my heritage lived and still lives. At age nine, we went to pick up some watermelons from some of the relatives on that side of the family, in the holler. These were some interesting people; some of these guys in the holler had only initials rather than actual names (after seven or eight kids they run out of names). We pulled up to what looked like a funeral tent with a pile of watermelons beside it and four OLD dudes sitting around a folding table playing cards and drinking water with ice and a little slice of watermelon in the glass. I was dying of thirst by the time we got there in the August heat without a/c. I walked right up and asked if i could have a glass of ice water too. I chugged it, and IMMEDIATELY realized that this was not water i had just gulped down. The look on my face was enough for them the more sober individuals at the table to realize i needed a chaser of untainted watermelon while a hollered for youngun brought me a sweet tea.
Stout, damn stout.
Many of the former moonshiners in that area have a new crop nowadays.
Dead Bears, the only good kind.