Cindy Cindy

I left Texas. I walked off stage sometime in the mid 80’s. It was Jerry Jeff’s Birthday Bash in Zilker Park, down in Austin. Sick to death on cocaine, whiskey, and china white, like a three legged dog I went lookin’ for a place to hide. Back to Kentucky. Back to where I was raised. Back to that little river town. I bought me a chainsaw, an axe and some wedges and I went to work falling timber. I thought I was gonna die but I worked through it. I was free, like back when I was a kid. Unencumbered, unhindered. It was spiritual, exciting and dangerous. I had a little accident. It laid me up for a year. I was eight months on my back and several more on crutches. When I healed up, I lit out for the Great North West to play with the big boys. I lumberjacked for Weyerhauser, Plum Creek, and Carson Helicopter Logging, for over 20 years. That’s where I met her—in Montana at 7,000 ft. in altitude, in the Pintler Mt Range working her daddy’s lodge. That’s where I met my Cindy. Eleven days later we were married. We raised up two boys and a daughter.



2 thoughts on “Cindy Cindy

  1. Lane

    Thank you so much for hanging out at Tom’s place last Wed. and playing some of your great songs. It was the best musical day of my life. I have listened to the CD endlessly. Thanks again.

    Lane

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