I listened to Before The Next Teardrop Falls.
by David Rhoden. Day .
Once when I was a teenager, maybe fifteen, I answered the phone. It was my mom's mother, Grandma Vada. She asked me a question. You have to imagine this in a smoker's voice.
"David, do you like Freddy Fender?"
"Umm...yes?"
"I do too, David. I do too. Put your mama on the phone."
