Hope I sound as full of verve and wit when I'm Willie's age. This session features a tight band sound, humorous Roger Millerish lyrics, and Willie's voice is in fine fettle.
I was working as cashier in Harrah's Stateline gift shop the summer after Lennon lost most of his blood, as well as all of his life in front of the Dakota. Willie Nelson was the headline act that week or weekend. There at the end of the line for my services was a bear-- like white man in his 40s. He was giving me the beady eye. Don't ask me how, but somehow i figured out that he was part of Willie's security team, an advance scout, as it were. But why was he scoping ME out? Sure, i was devastated by Lennon's assassination, part of the reason why i was no longer matriculating in San Francisco as i had been when johnny was killed. But how would this fellow know that? But i wasn't overweight, then, my diabetes was not then diagnosed; so i in no way resembled Dr. O' Boogie's murderer. I didn't wear glasses. I was not from Decatur Georgia. I never had stood around in a circle holding hands and singing ' Imagine John Lennon dead' with other southern teen Christians. I didn't have an abiding respect for rock artist Todd Runtgren. I didn't have a long-time friendship with a sheriff's deputy named Reeve, from whom i didn't receive exploding bullets to kill a Beatle. I didn't stand outside the Dakota for several days and nights in a row, waiting for a chance to kill 'my idol.' So why i was considered a person of interest in the context of Willie's coming to play for the gambling masses, i still have no idea, Were they projecting? Who are 'they?' the beady-eyed ones, regarding you as a 'person of interest.' turns out all he wanted was Fame. and the little people were urging him on to kill. he resisted (valiantly) but was powerless, in the end. who makes up this crap?
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