THE FIRST TWO LINES OF THIS SONG TELL MY TALE OF WOE RIGHT NOW.
Oh woe is me. Alas, How I yearn to touch that green green grass of home, (or anywhere else for that matter.)Such longings have given birth to a few memorable songs.This one is by those lovable cowboy hippies, the New Riders Of The Purple Sage. Poor Henry.Poor deadmandeadman.




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