I probably would not recognize a howling Coyote if it arrived at my front porch selling Texas Medicine from a wagon leftover from the original Chisum Trail, but if it’s good enough for Jimmy Wakely it’s good enough for me!

Perhaps I am more drawn to the southwestern desert but whether prairie or desert I wish I could be carried back there and constantly dream of returning to the southern/southwestern States. Not sure if there is anything better than sitting on the front porch, listening to the evening setting in and watching the sun sink in the west. Now as far as the drink in my hand and the woman sitting next to me….thereby hangs a tale.

Angels, come to paint the desert nightly, while the moon is beaming brightly, along the Santa Fe trail. Take it away Jimmy.

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