We've
been playing for more than two hours.
Rivers,
hills
of Mexico,
whaling
ships,
Williams,
Mayfield, Woody
-
smoke and bottles of six colors;
we
jam,
I'm
coming up with melodies
and
they follow me.
We
have fun.
We
ain't going nowhere
-
nor are you;
this
is gonna grow
in
some direction,
anyway.
Being
true to yourself,
that's the thing
- I
suppose.
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