I’ve been blessed in my fifty-plus years in the music business to travel all over the world, as well as this beautiful country of ours, meeting people from all walks of life. This poem was written late in the twentieth century, when I was working for MCA records on an album, entitled Mercyland, for the artist Cowboy Mouth. We were at a little, residenti…
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