The man singing there with him is also quite awesome. He's George "Georgie" Riddle and because everything seems to be six degrees from Patsy Cline these days, he and George Jones both performed at that last concert that Patsy ever did.
And along with George, this song is also dedicated to my buddy Sara and her Mister who were here for moonshine and a real live possum at our house around this time last year. And heck, I just realized that a lot of things in my life somehow always revolve back around to moonshine, possums and Patsy. I like that.
Here's a toast to "The Possum" George Jones and to evenings with white lightnin' and enormous possums in the driveway: