20 February 2007, Tuesday. Warm gray clouds, billowing, heavy with with whispy edges, long sliver of blue running through in the distance. Alan Lomax book--The Land Where the Blues Began. River song:
I went up on the landing,
I folded my arms,
I never missed my dog,
Till the boat was gone.
Oh-h-h, ee-e-e-e.
Roustabout, you got no home.
You makes yo living on the shoulder bone.
Lord, we work hard, babe,
And they know we work hard, babe,
And they know we work hard, babe,
And you know you work hard...
May your fortune be as deep as the ocean
And your misfortune as light as its foam...
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