well I was born down on the bayou. My daddy was a no account sharecropper and my momma wworked nights and weekends at the mission. But on Saturday nights we all went to the juke joint and danced and sang and thats where I grew up. As a result I had to move this here stove. Wish my daddy could see me now, ownin my own stove and all. Thats my story and I'm stickin with it. You all can go find your own wood stove and get away from gawkin at my front door. I got work to do aand the dogs ain't been fed yet.