Listening to Johnny Cash makes me want to...

Change my sons name to Sue.

Watch Dolly Parton movies. The eighties ones.

Break into Jail

,smile and cry. Like TLD, I loved the man and what he stood for. He’s with his June now, but boy didn’t he leave us with a lot of stories in song?

Wonder what song hs was singing as he stepped onto his “train”? Hey Porter, maybe.

So long Mr. Cash. “Boy you sure was a hammer swinger!”

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