I swore to grandad That'd I'd never leave the southland Never scrape my boots in a big yankee town But it's strange how it happened I guess the civil war ended And there's a yankee girl got me tangled around So I'm bookin flights to New York Hope they don't expect me to eat with a fork And I hope there's somewhere up there to buy a beer And I'm takin a train to Vermont Creeping like a catamount An get off that train and see her again On the banks of that river Is where we talked together And ...

country song Fucked up in Oklahoma Walkin around in a daze Women on my mind and I can't get outta this haze But I gotta get up in the mornin cause I got to get paid And it's gonna be another scorcher 95 degrees in the shade I can find more trouble than any cowboy who ever rode into town tryin to get laid Fucked up in Oklahoma Stackin the beer bottles in a row I can't tell em yes and I can't tell em no The dogs are lookin at me like there's something I don't know And I'm drunk in my own house ...

a review of 'Gods Of The Blood: The Pagan Revival and White Separatism' by Mattias Gardell, Duke University Press, 2003 Since the 1960s rise of the neo-pagan counterculture many aspects of the pagan milieu have been explored by many authors. Swedish professor Mattias Gardell now introduces the first book-length study of Norse paganism and related creeds, Gods Of The Blood. More than simply an examination of the history of (re)constructed Norse paganism and its rituals and beliefs, Gardells bo...

The Johnson boys were Arkansas hill trash, Jonah being half-smart and Daniel being half-crazy. They were both too lazy to take part in Mr. Lincoln's army or the CSA. Running with the guerrillas was hard work too and nary a piece of pie after dinner. With the help of the Draft Laws they figured to go on the scout in the Cherokee Nation. They only got to steal a few horses before losing their hearts to a pair of pretty Cherokee girls, the Fivekiller sisters. Those girls were sweet on those redh...