Finest Kind.

Oogum oogum boogum boogum
boogum now baby you’re castin’ your spell on me

Snappin’ her fingers and shufflin’ her feet.
Singin’, Do wah diddy diddy, dum diddy do.

Sometimes a songwriter becomes so emotionally involved in their song that they end up in a state of temporary incoherence. Thus:

Men whose trigger pull their fingers
Of men who’d rather fight than win
United in a revolution
Like in mind and like in skin

We’re all standing in the shadows of our noblest intentions of something more
Than being shot in a classroom in Oregon

On my extended leave of absence I kinda got into Drive By Truckers via Jason Isbell.

Thank you for that. Hope to get back regularly.

Cream, so few albums, oh so very much awesome.

And one from Thin Lizzy:

And another from Mr. Zevon:

A couple or three random ones:
Warren Zevon

Funny, I’ve been there
And you’ve been here
And we ain’t had no time to drink that beer

A burning bridge, a lonely highway
Another dark night thinking alone

Been on an America kick.

I tend to stumble across things somewhat late but if this is old news it is still worth another listen.

Finest Kind, Samer.

I’ve seen the way men look at you
When they think I don’t see
And it hurts to have them think that you’re that kind
But it’s knowing that you’re looking back
That’s really killing me

I know there’ll be some happy tears that day
When we are standing side by side
And when your daddy gives his little girl away
Your mamma is gonna break right down and cry

From Mrs. Erg’s playlist: