https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UZ2uZ1MzdIY

I'm deviating a little bit here, Marc, from the strictly acoustic singer-songwriter genre here, but there are similarities, especially small details, honesty, and hardscrabble living. And no fat to cut and not a word is wasted. The subject line, which comes from this song, was all too prophetic as Bill Morrissey died alone, on the road, in a motel. He lived here in New Hampshire after a career giving voice to small town New England, the people, the way of life long gone, and the way of life still grudgingly hanging on. 

Peter T.