Man, I'm getting old. 1984. Nearly 40 years ago I used to send this around, busk with it, and daydream about some Superstar recording it back when a writer could make money off of a "hit single". For the last 30+ years it's just been a piece of paper from Washington in a drawer. My Dad did enjoy it, though. I dusted it off the other day with my old J-45.
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