Reg was getting a little sentimental so he wrote this song for his eldest Daughter who has flew the nest for quite a time now.....

Just a bit of fun with the newest genre, Spaghetti Metal. Thanks to Kirk for naming my style. :)

I only recently heard the Howlin' Wolf version and I've been playing this riff for years.

There was a part of the verse that I couldn't get to sound right so I had to just cut it out.

Frederico our Spanish friend is training to be a Matador and he was finding the going a little hard. So he came down the cellar to drink a little moonshine and play a little Blues and let those bad feelings go.............

Well Elvis couldn't just sit still watching Fredrico and the others having such a good time Jamming, he got up and joined in........i mean the party has only just started................... She was my Princess, Queen of my highway She was…

Reg has been sitting in the cellar reading some old notebooks and he has decided it's time to air some of his secret stash of poetry. He knows the word poetry can turn an audience of quicker than a desperate man turns a women off but he is prepared…

Reg has woken feeling a little down, must of had too much moonshine last night trying to cover his sadness................

Reg was talking to Elvis about Frank and he told him something he didn't know.you can have it all then at the end not remember it which is what happened to Frank the grind ground him down a sad ending for a great man......Dementia is a cruel end…

Witnessing a stellar collapse, and then playing a melancholy tune for it on a Novachord...