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, August 24, 2013
When I...
When I think of you I see your pretty face and that simple lil white summer dress and flowers and you're walking just as slow as you can down our sidewalk...tears are just pouring down your face...there's tears streaming down mine and a lot of other peoples as well. All it takes is a job in Evansville...Love you, gotta get ready to go to work...be back in here later.
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