Anybody worth a damn has a different road. And everybody who takes their own road has to find their own set of Mile Markers.
Waylon Jennings spent most of the Sixties singing other peoples Nashville hits in a nightclub stuck next to a bone-dry river bottom on the outskirts
of Phoenix. More nights than not, Waylon had to wade through the cowboys and fratboys busting each other up out in the parking lot so he and the Waylors could drive home and watch the sun come up. Meanwhile, at daybreak, Marty Robbins was a few miles away out in the desert...
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