I’ve heard it anyplace there’s a jukebox and a spare quarter. From dancehalls in Kenya to pubs in the south of New Zealand; from London to Londonderry; from New England to New Albany. It’s not just a song of the South, but a song of homecoming. When all the voices join together, pining for the place where skies are blue, this Alabamian knows just where the road home begins. New Timber in the shop tonight.