Tormented

I was young, had no fear of the road......this song was written sitting/standing/pacing/ alone, and wondering why no one in Shenandoah Iowa, would stop and give a long haired red headed hippie a ride somewhere. Some of my hippie hitchhiking was done alone, most of it was with other longhairs. I imagine many of my hitch-hiking cohorts from those days, are now Federal Judges, Lawyers working for the ACLU, Greenpeace or Amnesty Int'l.

Whew, I got out when the getting out was good.

What does a punk kid know about the blues? A young punk with girls galore, he just wanted more and more. Now that is not the blues.....want to talk about blues? Don't get me started.

I still wish, but my wishes of today are tempered with age. This song has a sort of screaming quietly sound.....someone angry because.....she didn't give a squat about me, and I thought I was King Tut....or at least the best harmonica player and lead singer in any band in California. I can now enjoy Fleetwood Mac and know for a fact, they were doing it better than our band. And that lead singer of theirs...whoopie doopie.

Still not old enough to vote, and still mad at God. 1966

The chorus of this song is line 8 thru 13. The chorus was sung, between every verse.

It was well received.....? But, what did I know about the blues in 1969? Thought I knew something about them....my how time teaches.

No poet of any merit in the 1960's would dare use capitol letters or correct puncuation, DAH.