Random ramblings from an amateur rock-n-roll historian and critic,self-professed bourbon aficionado, blackberry growin', jam makin', sometime tie-die shirt makin', ex hippie wannabe, turned punk rock lovein', blues festival going, middle aged pudgy bald white guy who loves to wear Hawaiian shirts in the summertime and happens to be more Stax than Motown, more Alman Brothers than Skynard, more Stones than Beatles, more NASCAR than Baseball, more freeware than license keys...
Saturday, November 18, 2017
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"She comes on like a stone But you don’t know where from she was thrown Like a burning meteor from miles high Shes looking for a place to land She said you got yourself some sand And whatever you’d reply she took as yes"
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