Lynn: I sat writing music for the band. Someone had to do it and well, we wouldn't be much of a band without our own music. I carry on and bite my lip, trying to think of the next part. I then hear you come in. I look up and smile a little
(23) Tom T. Hall - Old Dogs, Children and Watermelon Wine - YouTube
The eighteenth century monied male was often a peacock, eager to display his taste and wealth, and fond of lavishly decorated or patterned fabrics, and bright striking colours. The usual outfit remained the three piece suit of coat, waistcoat and breeches until 1800, when trousers began to replace breeches. Fashionable suits were usually plain woollen facecloth for practical urban or rural wear; woven silks for more formal evening occasions; and highly trimmed and embroidered silk satins and…
Tom T. Hall I Hope It Rains At My Funeral. One of the best songs of all time. Even if it can hardly be called a song. "Ain't no sense in wantin' my life to live over. I'd find different ways to make those mistakes again."