Appalachian Poet

Sitting in a motel room a ways from home, so I’m susceptible, but on the tinny-tiny laptop speakers I just heard “The Hitch-Hiker” by Tom T. Hall, and if there is an easier sound than that man’s voice, I don’t know it.  Over a sweet pianny sound, and those lyrics of his:

We stopped to get a sandwich and the waitress brought a menu
And I noticed that he read the prices first

So much in those last five words.  Mister Hall has an eye first of all.

And that key change right at the end…

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