"That Silver-tongued Devil"--Kris Kristofferson

Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes,

And found my cleanest dirty shirt.

An' I shaved my face and combed my hair,

An' stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

 

Now that's some song-writing, folks! Who hasn't done that search, for their "cleanest dirty shirt?" Well, maybe more of you than I'd care to admit, but it's happened lots for me, particularly in my boat livin' days. I think Johnny Cash originally sang the song anyway, and as a sometime guitarist/singer--both Kris and Johnny have proven to me that it's not so much about knowing how to sing, as knowing what songs you can sing. Kris has about a three-note range, but he always makes it sound good...well, no, that's not really true. He generally makes it sound OK, but sometimes he makes it sound wonderful:

 

'Cos there's something in a Sunday,

Makes a body feel alone.

And there's nothin' short of dyin',

Half as lonesome as the sound,

On the sleepin' city sidewalks:

Sunday mornin' comin' down.

 

or "Why Me?", always moves me:

 

'Why me Lord, what have I ever done

To deserve even one

Of the pleasures I've known

Tell me Lord, what did I ever done

That was worth loving you

Or the kindness you've shown"

This Old Road

 

 

Done