'Come on Rockie, you don't have enough pure "Honkie Tonk Time", wore out enough boot soles, or wear the right kind of hat to clam that! :p”'
Don it actually fits me pretty well, it is a line from a Brain Burns song, about an Ol’ Boy that stops at a Haunted Roadhouse and sees and hears his Country Hero’s sing, that were just a little before his time.
Hank Williams sang a sad one as I sat back down again,
then I heard a host of other ghostly voices joining in.
There was Ernest, Keith, and Lefty in this old familiar tune
playing on the haunted jukebox at the Lost Highway Saloon.
There were people all around me where there was no one just before,
and the kicking of their boot heels rumbled through the old dance floor.
The room was filled with smoke and laughter and Bob Wills fiddle played
while a mighty cowboy choir sang and played the night away.
I listened to the songs I knew and a few I’d never heard,
and as my heroes sang for me that night, I hung on every word.
I could smell the whiskey on Hank’s breath and Patsy Cline’s perfume
all around the haunted jukebox at the Lost Highway Saloon.
Back to Cabela’s – generally over priced, but no more so than “Internet Gunsites”, and now and again you find a bargain or a fair deal.
