This is another song Dad asked me to learn for years. Like, RoseWood Casket, It makes no literal sense to me.

I have always really liked this song. It's a cool story and delightful music. Has that funny/sad combination. Resignation of the poor and downtrodden.

My dad asked me to record this song long before someone put it on line so I could learn it. I was so surprised: the story was so unlike what I was expecting. In fact the song doesn't make any sense to me even now.

Of course, this is an old song. My mom would always say, "Jimmy, play The Wild Wood Flower, like Dick Melton used to."

Even we who think we are too good to watch soap operas watch soap operas. HOUSE Key - D (C capo @ 2) 0516/1712 I don't have a life/Not a real life Tho I may be bold/I don't have a hand to hold I don't have a life/Not a real life No…

MAN THAT I AM - Key Dm Dm Train pulls out the station and the shades are all drawn Cold steel bites my ankles and I am on my way home G I would jump out of that window. Risk a bullet in my back Dm But I'm shackled to a bunk…

Even we who think we are too good to watch soap operas watch soap operas. HOUSE Key - D (C capo @ 2) 0516/1712 I don't have a life/Not a real life Tho I may be bold/I don't have a hand to hold I don't have a life/Not a real life No…

Piece for a scene in a movie... DARK BLOOD

MAN THAT I AM - Key Dm Dm Train pulls out the station and the shades are all drawn Cold steel bites my ankles and I am on my way home G I would jump out of that window. Risk a bullet in my back Dm But I'm shackled to a bunk…

MAN THAT I AM - Key Dm Dm Train pulls out the station and the shades are all drawn Cold steel bites my ankles and I am on my way home G I would jump out of that window. Risk a bullet in my back Dm But I'm shackled to a bunk…