Music fills the truck, streams out the windows
Guitar riffs crying, drifting where the wind goes,
Roll up, slide out,
Rig a rod, fly doubt,
Yeah. That one... Knot it.
...continue reading "Evening run, Black Drum"
Music fills the truck, streams out the windows
Guitar riffs crying, drifting where the wind goes,
Roll up, slide out,
Rig a rod, fly doubt,
Yeah. That one... Knot it.
...continue reading "Evening run, Black Drum"