Well, this one was written many years ago. I dug it up from the archives and re-recorded it. The arrangement and lyrics stayed the same. I just thought it could use some touching up.

The completion of an utterly nostalgic gaze back at pastoral childhood experiences...chickens, powerlines, shanties, rivers...

This song was recorded in Oct. 2010, but it was written in 1970 or 71 after a phone call from my brother Joe who was on the lam from the law and living in Northern CA. The song proved prophetic. He was found dead of a drug overdose in Panhandle…