— · — Here’s to the ladys you love and don’t see again / The night is warm whiskey … the mornin’s a cold bitter wind / The blue eyed madonna leaves town while the drunken man waits / Standing alone in the shadows of St. Olav’s Gate (Tom Russell)

It’s dark in here, can’t see the sky / But I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes / And I fly away beyond these walls / Up above the clouds where the rain don’t fall / On a poor man’s dream (Tom Russell) For Captain Calypso! so far away but a soulbrother […]