August 9, 2009
the beer i had for breakfast wasn't bad. . .
this song practically embodies my husband. rolling in from a show in the wee hours, reeking of smoke & beer. . . & now he's on his way to church to play, in a pearl button shirt, no less.
i know why he loves Johnny Cash.
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