wanderins of buddy don: goin back to ole virginny

aint hardly nuthin in life bettern that feelin ye git whenever ye walk outta wurk on the last day befor ye go on vacayshun. i gut it las nite n so far, it lingers on. me n miz bd is bout to git in a rental car n drive south till we git to a nice place in ole virginny whar we kin rest n relacks, speshly ifn we kin find a place thats gut a j'accusey, witch thatll git yer mussels unraveled purty good.

then tiz on to tennessee whar we's a'gone see a weddin n climb a mountin. aint life grand?