Wonderful lyric! Lovely laid back atmosphere. Niiiice guitar work!

I hadda go and play this after a long day with very light lunch, right as it's getting to be dinner time. Working in Prague this week - now I gotta find me a Czech greasy spoon. It'll be beer, not coffee.

I like the pulse of this song. Nice job Greg.

love the guitar work, good greasy food, one of the best ways to use your mouth. I can think of one or two more

Love the hesitation guitar/this is a smooth rocking tune of a most excellent degree.

Now this is right up my alley...a song about food!!! great lyrics Greg.....very nice guitar fills in the background...

Smooth as silk Greg

a very lovely moment in musical time,, very very well done

Excellenttt.

Beautiful.

Man- this has it going on! Great sounds! So sweet!

What a PRO! A fine tune Greg. I really enjoyed that.

What is that rhythm sound, Damn . I cant figure this out

Ah now, I should have saved this one for last before bedtime. Ah, really nice Greg!

Remember when Rick was in his office and Jim dropped his pen on the floor. Jim had to lay his head on his desk to reach his pen. Rick thought he had a heat attack and was afraid he may have to give him mouth to mouth. Of course Rick told the story so good he had us all cracking up. I still miss those days. Great group of people. Super One was growing so fast and everyone's sales were way up and we just had fun. Is Rick retired?

Really nice. Great acoustic guitar work, nice vocals. Evocative lyrics that fit the music well. Well done!

Just a few stories recieved on email regarding our friend: Eric always tells the store about when Jim was trying to get into his little Buick Skylark to go to lunch. Of course because Jim was so big he had to hold on the top of the car and lower himself in. Well Eric decides to wash his windshield and shoots washer fluid all over Jim while he's stuck trying to get in the car. Eric had to pay to dry clean his suit. __________________________________ I've been thinking lately of all the stories about him. Like when I would take him out to lunch. He'd order some big thing like the broiled trout, toss salad with oil and vinegar and more. Then the waitress would look at me. I would say "I'll have what Dad's having". He would erupt claiming "I'm not your father you Bastard!" Good Times ... Good Times! I still giggle when I think about some of his antics. ______________________________________ I remember when he bought his first BMW. I asked him what kind of millage he got. He said "Who gives a shit" ______________________________________ I was in his office trying to present some promotion. He dropped his head on the desk when I mentioned the price, and it scared the hell out of me. I thought he had a heart attack, and I was going to have to give him mouth to mouth

Guitar sounds really sweet...is that the new one? Really professional sounding recording...

He was always a loner, But didn't despair, He strum, And he strum, And he strum. singing

~slowly the river flows, it bears me there where I never was~

Good kitchen music!

Great story telling! Be careful . . . You might bring up the spirit of Townes VanZant too! There is nothing better than a wistful song.

Oh my gosh! That's pretty.

Hey Roger, do you mind if I use Steve's line too?

Very pretty Roger! Sounds like snuggling music ... you old softy!

Beautiful . . . And rich sounding.

I like the bass in this!

This one hit the spot.

Just a few stories recieved on email regarding our friend: Eric always tells the store about when Jim was trying to get into his little Buick Skylark to go to lunch. Of course because Jim was so big he had to hold on the top of the car and lower himself in. Well Eric decides to wash his windshield and shoots washer fluid all over Jim while he's stuck trying to get in the car. Eric had to pay to dry clean his suit. __________________________________ I've been thinking lately of all the stories about him. Like when I would take him out to lunch. He'd order some big thing like the broiled trout, toss salad with oil and vinegar and more. Then the waitress would look at me. I would say "I'll have what Dad's having". He would erupt claiming "I'm not your father you Bastard!" Good Times ... Good Times! I still giggle when I think about some of his antics. ______________________________________ I remember when he bought his first BMW. I asked him what kind of millage he got. He said "Who gives a shit" ______________________________________ I was in his office trying to present some promotion. He dropped his head on the desk when I mentioned the price, and it scared the hell out of me. I thought he had a heart attack, and I was going to have to give him mouth to mouth

This is wonderful. Very rich and interesting.

You make a good point. I always knew that you were getting twice the pleasure out of life. Greg and I both like it. Greg

Tortured Love .... It will get you every time. Great expression of true emotion.

Yahoo! First banjo song!

Boy Terry, I left two comments so far and neither has shown up. Let's hope this one does. You fit these blues songs! It's like calling from home!

"Hey Constance" What a beautiful heartfelt song!

I love the sound of a wooden acoustic guitar. You have captured a lot of emotion here Roger.

Nice surprise to find this today.

First song of the day. Great way to get started.

That is some very smooth playing Kirk.

Pretty Cool Sound that you have created