Old Rivers
When I listen to this song, it takes me back to a time standing in the kitchen in front of the old wood heater getting warm. The smell of sausage and eggs and Mama’s sweet voice calling us to breakfast. Daddy would have the radio playing; filling the small farmhouse with sounds to suggest another day has started; another adventure was there before us to share.
There is something haunting in Walter Brennan’s voice that will forever remind me of those days so long ago.
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