Things you might hear as you walk past a house in Nashville
Things you might hear as you walk past a house in Nashville:

“Tom’s teaching a new line dance class down by the riverbank. Wants to call it ‘Cumberland Shuffle’. You in?“

“I’ve been experimenting with my grandmother’s pecan pie recipe, but added a splash of bourbon. Feels like a hug with a kick!“

“I swear, that chicken I bought at the farmer’s market sang me a verse of ‘Jolene’ this morning. Either that or I need more sleep…“

“I don’t care what folks say, there ain’t no pulled pork like Nashville pulled pork. Tell me again why we even tried that Memphis joint?“