My flight to Memphis leaves a little after 5:00 in the morning. We're driving to Tulsa from there and then on to Okemah for the Woody Guthrie Festival. I love to play and, of course, I'm looking forward to seeing all my old friends. Truth is, though, I hate to leave. It just gets harder all the time to say goodbye to Jamaica and Angel. "I'll be right back," just doesn't cut it. They put up with me and I love them with all my heart.Saturday, July 6, 2013
Don't Leave Me
My flight to Memphis leaves a little after 5:00 in the morning. We're driving to Tulsa from there and then on to Okemah for the Woody Guthrie Festival. I love to play and, of course, I'm looking forward to seeing all my old friends. Truth is, though, I hate to leave. It just gets harder all the time to say goodbye to Jamaica and Angel. "I'll be right back," just doesn't cut it. They put up with me and I love them with all my heart.
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