Lyrics: Oh, the ghost of her exists And I hold her by the hips. She’s not my type but she Vexes me, unexpectedly, Like some old voice on a static phone line. The twilight is my light But she’s receding from my sight. She walks away…

Raw track from the studio floor.

Raw track from the studio floor.

Another raw track from the studio floor.

Another raw track from the studio floor.

Yet another raw track from the studio floor.

Yet another raw track from the studio floor.

Nearly finished mastering it... but might be awhile before I get that done - so, since I'm so bad at finishing what I've started, here it is.

Nearly finished mastering it... but might be awhile before I get that done - so, since I'm so bad at finishing what I've started, here it is.

Great Texas Blues song.I like the fact that a classic blues tune like this was written right here in East Texas.These songs are truly part of the history of this area, trains still run the tracks, but not nearly as important nowadays to the people…