Mama, Put My Guns In

I Met A Young Man Who Was Wounded In Love, I Met Another Man Who Was Wounded In Hatred.

I Come From Way North. We'd Listen To Radio Shows All The Time. I Think I Was The Last Generation, Or Pretty Close To The Last One, That Grew Up Without Tv.

Night Can Swallow You Up, Yet None Of It Touches You. Around Any Corner, There's A Promise Of Something Daring And Ideal And Things Are Just Getting Going. There's Something Obscenely Joyful Behind Every Door, Either That Or Somebody Crying With Their Head In In Their Hands. A Lazy Rhythm Looms In The Dreamy Air And The Atmosphere Pulsates With Bygone Duels, Past-life Romance, Comrades Requesting Comrades To Aid Them In Some Way. You Can't See It, But You Know It's There

Technology Is Mechanical And Contrary To The Emotions That Inform A Person's Life. The Country Music Field Has Especially Been Hit Hard By This. All My Songs Have Been Written By People Who Went Out Of Fashion Years Ago. Just Like Da Vinci And Renoir And Van Gogh. Nobody Paints Like That Anymore. But It Can't Be Wrong To Try.

You Use To Ride On The Chrome Horse With Your Diplomat, Who Carried On His Shoulder A Siamese Cat.