In the country song "Y'all Come Back Saloon," every line and phrase of the lyrics has some kind of magic - it's weird.
Faded Love, and faded memories...
Miles and years played the cowboy
Like an old melody.
Out of tune, and out of time
...Was the late night benediction,
At the Y'all Come Back Saloon...
Every night in the shadows...
In a voice soft and trembling, she'd sing her song to Cowboy,
As a smoky halo circled round her raven hair...
She played - tambourine,
With a - silver jingle,
And she must have known the words to at least a million tunes,
But the one most requested...
I had not listened to that song in several decades, and yet last week when I played it from You Tube, every word, phrase, and instrumental nuance came back, familiar, from memory....
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