It often happens that you end up, in Russia, sitting in somebody's kitchen drinking vodka eating sausage and pickles and whatnot, and people start singing. They know a lot of songs, these Russkies, and it seems like every damn one of them plays the guitar.
Then of course somebody eventually asks you, "So, sing us an American song, a traditional one that really shows the American soul."
I always choose "Freebird."
I can't really do the guitar solo, but otherwise I think I really rock.
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