Saturday morning tunes: How long?

When the remains of Lynyrd Skynyrd performs at the national convention of the vote-suppressing, homophobic, misogynist, Southern-strategizing, brown-people hatin' (except when the realities of US demographics for the next forty years make them have an occasional and brief wakey-wakey) GOP later this month, you know what they'll play as their feature.

 Of course you do. It's what they've survived off of for almost forty years (and it ain't “Free Bird”).

I like to think that every time someone plays this song, the Skynyrd band cries a little.

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