I remember riding down the road when I was little, orange groves on either side as far as the eye

Southern Nationalism
I remember riding down the road when I was little, orange groves on either side as far as the eye
When I was a boy, my brother and I would finish our chores as quickly as possible on a Saturday
“Do you mean to tell me, Katie Scarlett O’Hara, that Tara, that land, doesn’t mean anything to you? Why, land