It's 1 a.m. and Bob Dylan and Johnny Cash are pining away for the girl from the north country.
She once was a true love of mine.
I'm tired. But I can't sleep.
Now Connie Smith is singing about the only time she wishes he weren't gone.
Once a day, every day, all day long.
I sat on the back porch after dinner and watched the sun sink to its slumber. Van Morrison provided the soundtrack, sailing into the mystic.
And, I wanna rock your gypsy soul, just like way back in the days of old...
Just before bed, or what passes for it, William Lee Golden and the Oak Ridge Boys go with me on the Frisco Silver Dollar Line, takin' our time, headed toward that "Ozark Mountain Jubilee."
Oh, how the years have flown by; oh, how I realize how much of me is gone...