how many more years do I have to sing this song before I do it right? The cowboy hat helps. Shirtless and broken.
dedicated to Poncho, who shared the expense of buying my first beater car that took me to the border. I named the car Poncho after this song...because I was romantic and hopeful of romance, dreaming of pretty hookers but winding up in a truck driver's fantasy. Life has more than met my demands.
Another song Willie Nelson performed that was written by another, in this case Townes Van Zant. He spelled the name like Pancho, but I can not spell so I named my car after a blanket with a hole cut in it.
Saturday, June 22, 2013
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Townes Van Zant is pretty much a bad ass poet.
Poncho
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