get well soon Lyndsey. no one could listen to "big love" and dispute your sentiments. thanks for bringing my attention to his operation, as i had no idea.     

yes, the 60's and 70's were much simpler and most of the music was enjoyable and played by real musicians. singing along to a good song is one of my favorite things. thanks for the comments.     

Your words remind me of the night I met Ann. The rest goes without saying. The saddest thing must be a break up of a relationship, in my friends and family which includes my pals on Chordie. But the greatest feeling in this world has to be life long love between two people, and once again Jim, you've captured that in your words. Keep them coming.     

Peatle....who are you again? Lol

I was also born and brought upin a rural community, there were more farms than houses. Now the farms have gone, replaced by "posh" expensive houses! I moved to our local town only 3 miles away yet there's more sense of community here now than there is where I grew up, I guess that's what money does to some folk.
Where I used to work is only a half mile from here, they closed the factory and built a school on the site. You could argue that education is more important than jobs, but I think both are necessary, especially with Brexit being forced upon us by the greedy and stupid! I pick my granddaughter from school most days, she's six and because of the way things have deteriorated, it's a matter of her safety. At six, it was deemed safe for me and my friends to walk the mile or so to and from school! Until I left school at 15 I was a skinny, shorty! Now I'm somewhere around 2 metres and 107 kilos with face fuzz and glasses, not to mention (apparently) six months pregnant...mlol (more laughing out loud) . I've forgotten what the jist of my story was so I'll leave it there. It just goes to show what your astute observations make people recall. Hwyl     

Yes Jeff, we've all been there. Love the flow of your words, and let us know when it's on YouTube or wherever so we can hear it.     

Great little protest song, well done. Only it's a bit confusing! I get the reference to genocide and the hatered we all feel for dictatorships. What are you saying about the farmers in Africa? I know that their dictator and war chiefs are encouraging the murder and reclaiming of their tribal lands, or that's the rhetoric their given to incite violence. It's no less than we Europeans did in the last 200 years! The world is full of scheming, selfish, power hungry megalomaniacs, and the poor are being manipulated by these silent tyrants, as we are here in the UK, think about that one.

As I said, great little protest song, you sound almost like Bob Dylan only your harmonica sounds better!     

You must feel guilty as hell? Yeh right. There's an American saying....never give a sucker an even break... which is true, cos if you hadn't got them someone else would have. At least with you they've gone to a good home. Great bargain hunting, well done.     

happy Oz day, i dare say there will be one or two amber nectars downed tonight?     

sounds even more poignant than the reading. your voice lends itself so well to this kind of song, almost Willy Nelson, and the guitar is just right.

i'm so jealous. and impressed     

That's a great song Jeff. just reading through and imagining how the chords play and how the melody line sounds, it sounds nice and easy. If you've still got a few moments while the snow holds the outside world at bay, a recording would be nice?     

i've come to realize that country rock is one of my preferred music genres. this is a brilliant example of  just that. thanks for the reminder.     

we have a thing called "tinsel and turkey" which is basically a couple of nights at a hotel where they pretend it's Christmas and new years eve, starting in December, so as i've do several each year i've already sung old lang syne 4 or 5 times in the last month, so i'm sick of it and all those Christmas songs. i've never sen the film you mention, so i shall look it up. happy new year to you and Dondra xxx ( the kisses for Dondra not you)