Ain't who you thought he was; is just who they say. He come around night-ish and sing news, new songs from the old country well, smile-spread and laughing. When's the last time any stranger said hello to you, asked yr name, where you from? Troubadour, that's the tradition. You might'a heard of it, these names like Guthrie, Mississippi John and, hell, even ol' Mr. Garcia hisself. The ones ain't take yr money and yr daughters. This one ain't no easeman, no card man back-lit and high-handed. Tell you straight, hon.
Heard he 'bout wrecked his...
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