03 September 2009

God ain't jive, for I can see his love as it runs alive one by one through fields of rusted wire

Have You Seen Me?, Big Walker Mountain, Virginia

I spent most of last winter holed up in a small trailer in Grayson County, drinking grean-tea or Virginia Gentleman and listening to Hoyt Axton and Mott the Hoople records I bought at an antique store in Mouth of Wilson. Here's one of the songs I listened to repeatedly.

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