This song is based on a true story as told to me by my mother and dim recollections from my childhood about my father and his short lived friendship with a hobo known as "Slim" He rolled into our small town fo Peoria, Arizona a little ways north of Phoenix, around the year 1950. They picked cotton for survival, and even though there was a language barrier, come late afternoons against a colorful dusty sunset, they lived out their dreams by the railroad yard by communicating through their love for music, liquor, and the simple life. Though the story came to end with a heartfelt human tragedy, it remains a memory and small chapter of my life in the southwestern desert.
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