give me a hoe down, please

you know what I love? I love a good hoedown. there's nothing quite like a room filled with awkwardly dancing human beings. you throw in a banjo, maybe an accordion, maybe a bass, maybe a guy with a microphone telling you to "docie doe" and what you have is a patented recipe for joy. so I say, sign me up, I'm in.when I was in jr. high, we had hoe downs during PE. at this point in my life, it represented the closest any woman (and by woman I of course mean 13 year old girl with braces) had ever been to me. it was exciting and I dug it.when I was in college, we had hoe downs. this is because I went to auburn, and has nothing to do with the fact that auburn is a terrible place for anybody to go to college. but auburn is in the middle of nowhere. and so for fun we would go out to somebody's barn house, clear out all of their goats and chickens and horses and crocodiles, spread out some hay, turn on the hi-fi and then dance the night away as we all caught malaria. gosh those were good times.I have heard that some friends may be planning a hoe down here in birmingham. when that goes down, BTM will be there, dancing his heart out. about this, I have no doubt.