Born in a 19th century west Texas saloon. The scene; straight out of a period piece motion picture. The itinerate guitar toting musicians. The lost recovering junkie. The cowboy and bar maid . The moment where you find yourself in another dimension; living a tall tale you've heard from elders and read about. The choices, distractions, the pitfalls, and the attraction to the road and dedication to the songs. A glimse into Bline Lemon Jefferson's world..or maybe Lightnin' Hopkins'…It's Blaze Foley's blues..it's Townes Van Zandt's blues…it's OUR blues. This song was birthed as it happened one night in Alpine, TX and is dedicated to the troubadours who came before us.