My wife, April, and I were in San Antonio with our fifth wheel trailer. I backed up on the Cracker Barrel parking lot and backed into a car. The owner was working at a car wash next door, so I went over and arranged for my insurance to repair his car. The young man was pleasant and understanding. Later, I thought what if he had been angry? What if he was black belt Tae Kwon Do? What if we got in a fight? Thus, this song was born.
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