Where’m I Gonna Live When I Get Home?
Besides being a truly brilliant examplar of a rogue contraction, it’s also the title of a song by Billy Ray Cyrus. For you youngsters, that’s Miley Cyrus’ dad; for the rest of us, he’s the Achy Breaky dude.
See, I once had to transcribe the lyrics to this song. When I lived in Normandy, my best friend [...]













