Dad owned a lumber yard when I was growing up. We hired "hippies", "cowboys", and "Jesus freaks". We all got along and worked our asses off. Occasionally dad would call it quits early and bring in some bbq that mom made and have everyone do a sit down. When this song came up on the radio on the pickup that was playing everyone would smile. Good memories for sure. Thanks Dad.
This isn't the original Glen but a pretty good rendition.
Like so many great songs, John Hartford wrote this in less than 30 minutes (he claimed). I don’t doubt it.This message has been edited. Last edited by: mttaylor1066,
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Company, villainous company hath been the spoil of me.
One of the songs I would sing to myself while standing watch on a WestPac cruise.
"It did not really matter what we expected from life, but rather what life expected from us. We needed to stop asking about the meaning of life, and instead to think of ourselves as those who were being questioned by life – daily and hourly. Our answer must consist not in talk and meditation, but in right action and in right conduct. Life ultimately means taking the responsibility to find the right answer to its problems and to fulfill the tasks which it constantly sets for each individual." Viktor Frankl, Man's Search for Meaning, 1946.
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