And the night just happens to start out at a bar, on that redwood deck on Demonbreun. Twenty cigarettes and I lit me one On that redwood deck on Demonbreun She was with her friends, left em standin there There was more than smoke in that summer air We burned two while she told me bout her hometown She was drinkin Titos, said I better slow down I was like, Hell nah I aint drinkin by myself, nah Said she loved my accent, so I kept talkin Reached for the pack on the table by my wallet We tore off to light the night we had left Now, most Nashville natives are just thankful that Morgan is finally teaching everybody else how to pronounce Demonbreun. (Its not demon-brewin or demon-braun.) But theres another debate raging about the song over on TikTok: Exactly where is that redwood deck on Demonbreun? The common thinking seems to be that its Red Door Saloon, a bar in midtown Nashville thats a popular hangout for locals and musicians, as well as some of the best songwriters in Nashville
Even in public, no one has ever complained to me about the smoke
Details: A fantastic and wonderfully designed antique art deco WWII-era sterling silver engine turned cigarette case with charming enamelled RAF wings to the edge, almost certainly belonging to an RAF pilot hallmarked Birmingham 1940 by Frederick Field
Faces Of Fifty As Rough Trade celebrates its 50th anniversary, we're looking back at five decades of independent music, vinyl culture and the community that has made our record stores what they are today
Birkenstock and Hush Puppies for footwear
