Right after Peggy and I met an old friend saw us singing and in the break he said to her, "You seem happy now." So, I wrote song from her old boy friend.

Little did I know... If you left me I wouldn't wanna talk I'd put your sandals by the curb and I'd take a little walk I'd buy a roll of paper towels and I'd soak up every tear Hang it on the clothes line. Just watch them disappear If…

Trying to write a Beatle song the week before I met Peggy. 1978.

I never met Jesse, but I heard her howl in the night, but I heard her pups yelping for whiter they yelp for. She was strong and she was there. And in the Texas night out on the prairie between Lillian and Alvarado I could hear them singing…

There was this display...

What else to say?

I wrote this with a guy named King Cone and then he disappeared.

She was a lovely waitress at Rhett Butler's in Amarillo back about 1977.

"Don't mind me. I'm just in love with you. I'll try to stay out of the way..."

Just another song about why we should patronize the arts...for our own good.