A chant about traveling through life, by not missing the train.

A roots, semi chant.

A roots, semi chant.

A chant about traveling through life, by not missing the train.

Sometimes in the middle of a gig I like to jam with myself.

Day-by-day, I find it harder to forgive the busboy who killed the metal dobro I used when I recorded this one. Lawdy, I miss that guitar!

Sometimes I just get fed up, and it starts showing.

The chance encounter of traveling men as happens along the road. string up the town folks dog

from the dusty dance halls of the past a reverie

A greeting card,to past encounters