Great Evening Music!
Oh the memories!
I can still smell the skunk and new carpet smells. And Momma complaining about all those little tiny burn holes, in all my shirts! Those were the good ole dayz! And the crazy names, purple urple, red headed stranger, blue eyed lady, Orange haze.
Nashville was the place to be in the 70's, you'd pass one around and look around and David Allen Coe would be waiting on his turn.
Oh The Memories!
Thank goodness, medical Mary Jane isn't legal here, I'd sure be broke!