When a neighbor told me one evening that I remind him of this song. He said, “You have The South in your soul now but you’ve got that Chicago Italian thing going on and yet you’re a farmer’s daughter and damn girl, you’re a little bit of everything just like Kid Rock in that ‘I Am’ song.” And with that, since it’s been a few day since a Song of the Day, you are now subjected, if you chose to click the play button, to Kid Rock.
I wouldn’t want anyone to think I’m getting soft. 
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