Hold your horses now and listen to me real good I don't have a single thing to do with this whole mess, and my hands are as clean as a fresh-washed sheet on the line. I ain't pullin' no strings behind the scenes, I ain't stirrin' up the pot, and I certainly ain't the one callin' the shots around here, so don't you go pointin' fingers my way.
Truth is, I'm just sitting over here mindin' my own beeswax, purely admiring the way folks talk and takin' in the sweet sound of a proper Southern accent. Is there something wrong with a person just appreciating a little local flair and watchin' the scenery go by while the world turns?

