Holiday weekends are a great litmus test for the state of otherwise ambiguous things.
Her daddy said I ain’t nothing good
Make the wheels turn, like a gypsy should
And I’ll tear you down, if I see your face again!
I pack the truck for Abilene
The road ain’t straight and it’s pretty mean
But there’s something out there for boys who ain’t got nothing
The Washers, from East Bernard. In Texas. Not their first mention here. A million years ago, I talked about them on the podcast.
More great music at Rancho Radio (on Apple Music).
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