The Outcasts1968

Jemal:
There's a bad man out there, your friend Jeb. He's got you blinded by stories of the old days at Willow Hill and Yankee carpetbaggers that you can't see nothin'.

Corey:
Only a Southerner would understand.

Jemal:
You're forgettin', it's my South, too. You think just 'cause I left it, I don't love no mo'.

Corey:
How could ya love somethin' that brought ya such misery?

Jemal:
Maybe 'cause I had so little, I loved it more.