On the way back to Tuscaloosa, I stopped and bought a basket of peaches. I had forgotten how much I LOVE Chilton County peaches and that song! For the record, I have never been to the peach festival, maybe next year.
Anyway back when Elder Byrd was in elementary school we would listen to alternative music anytime his dad wasn't in the car (he insisted on a more enlightened fair) and this was one of our favorites. Since moving back to Tuscaloosa in 2005, I have realized that at some point he squishes a rotten peach and thinks of a love gone wrong (let's hope he's not a misogynist). So if one of my peaches goes bad before I eat them all, I may just have to squish it and smile ;-p