. . . The Oklahoma Mountain Boys were in full swing and the music wafted out through the open upstairs windows of the Turnpike Inn. The lead singer wore a JR stetson and dark glasses, winking to the patrons as they filed in. The drummer chewed gum laconically, twirling his sticks in the air. The cymbals crashed as the song finished and the lead singer replaced the microphone. “Thank y’all ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to welcome you all here to the Turnpike Inn. I sure do hope you’re all gonna have a mighty fine time. Me and the boys here are gonna whip up some mighty tunes for y’all so don’t forget that the bar’s free so don’t waste no time get up there and git swillin’. We’d like to continue now with a li’l number called My Son calls another man Daddy.” The singer closed his eyes and his face contorted. A group of mature women turned away from the bar counter and lost themselves in the lyric of the song.
