hmmm, well, when Gord opened in Hamilton with Spanish Moss, unaccompanied, just his pluckin and strained vocal ...oh boy, that was a throat lump moment, that tune hit like never before
...whenever i hear that decending "so I'm rolling north thinkin' of the ways things might have been..." well, as usual, the seamless blend of lyric, reality, chord progression and melody make the eyes gloss up a bit ...not sure if it's joy or sorrow
but ditto to a prior post, too late for prayin - well, i cannot remember exactly weeping during or following a good listen but still, such impact (up there with 'not supposed to care', eh, bru? ...killer stuff, also)
i think one reason may also be the association i have given it to my first exposure and listening to some of the net gang picking away and singing this tune at a char-b-que
kenyon 'shea' did some smooth, gentle soloing
i later remember getting out the axe, cockily and giving that tasty solo a go myself
ok, now THAT's when, not the song, but my entire butchered attempt led to the good wail ...heh
but back to serious, the lyric "for each child with eyes that smile there'll be ten more crying" hits hard
all interesting pics... so many neat threads to catch up on
Gord's last lyric(s) to us left me hanging and got me right down especially during that first long awaited listening, quite a damper
"...you're leaving right now..."
can't wait for a new album or more releases from the vaults... 'stone cold sober' certainly no to tapper either
cheers,
jimmy