I was just reading at the web site of a performer who will be playing for our concert series next month and came across this entry in his road journal:

"Arizona: we're in it, having just driven over the border at Needles. And there's a little Lightfoot on the iPod, which I have linked to the stereo by a rather unconvincing FM wireless device, since our fine automobile doesn't have a cassette player or any input for an external device. Two years ago, we laughed at cassette players in a rental car, and now we wish we had one. Ah! progress."


It's kind of cool that John Wesley Harding likes Lightfoot http://www.corfid.com/ubb/smile.gif

Janice

I was just reading at the web site of a performer who will be playing for our concert series next month and came across this entry in his road journal:

"Arizona: we're in it, having just driven over the border at Needles. And there's a little Lightfoot on the iPod, which I have linked to the stereo by a rather unconvincing FM wireless device, since our fine automobile doesn't have a cassette player or any input for an external device. Two years ago, we laughed at cassette players in a rental car, and now we wish we had one. Ah! progress."


It's kind of cool that John Wesley Harding likes Lightfoot http://www.corfid.com/ubb/smile.gif

Janice

John Wesley Harding
Was a friend to the poor,
He trav'led with a gun in ev'ry hand.
All along this countryside,
He opened many a door,
But he was never known
To hurt an honest man.

'Twas down in Chaynee County,
A time they talk about,
With his lady by his side
He took a stand.
And soon the situation there
Was all but straightened out,
For he was always known
To lend a helping hand.

All across the telegraph
His name it did resound,
But no charge held against him
Could they prove.
And there was no man around
Who could track or chain him down,
He was never known
To make a foolish move