I used to believe this...

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.

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