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I grew up in a town with hippies, rednecks, and a reservation. My daddy was a cowboy and my mother was a Baptist. Thus, my life experiences molded me to be slightly off center at all times...sometimes right, sometimes left.

Friday, December 16, 2005

Rockabilly Blues

The rhythm keeps me living
But have you heard the news
There's a sad song singer coming
With the rockabilly blues

We went to lunch and then to see "Walk the Line" to celebrate my upcoming birthday. I do love skipping work to see a movie. Of course, I was there at 6:30 this morning, so I didn't skip much work. It was a great movie, great story, and of course, I love the man in black. It did however put me in mind of the depression era that he came out of. The first picture is of one of my great grandmothers walking the milk cow in front of the soddy that they lived in in North Dakota.

The second picture is one I took a few years ago of the Williams family homestead in Toyah Texas. Wonderful lighting on this one.

It's hard to keep on singing
When you're lonesome to the bone
10,000 happy people but I'm San Antone alone
One night stands and the man demands
That I get up and go
I'm Odessa desperate
And San Angelo low