When Lou Rawls sang, "Love is a Hurtin' Thing," he probably didn't have in mind a five-foot-tall hayseed using her bright yellow platforms to stomp Mississippi mudholes in everyone who dared to disparage her man. Mr. Rawls (can I call you Lou?), allow me to introduce you to Emma Mae.
|Fresh off the turnip truck|
|He's got it coming|
|People didn't like ass as much back in the '70s|
|The turnip truck is but a distant memory|