The first song this morning was a live version of Robert Earl Keen’s “Feeling Good Again”. 

It reminds me of my hometown, even though there wasn’t really a place to go for live music.

Favorite line:

I wanted you to see ‘em all
I wished that you were there
I looked across the room
And saw you standin’ on the stair
And when I caught your eye
I saw you break into a grin
It feels so good feelin’ good again

Pandora took me back to my hometown with Robert Earl Keen’s “Feelin’ Good Again”. While I don’t know Dan & Margarita, I can sub in some names and picture them swaying.  I can also picture a collection of drunk guys signing like they are the “Tabernacle choir”. I can easily picture that. The song just gives me the feeling of walking in to a couple of places back home.

His songs more times than not tell a story and they are easy to visualize. 

Favorite Line/verse:

“And I wanted you to see them all I wished that you were there
I looked across the room and saw you standing on the stair
And when I caught your eye I saw you break into a grin
It feels so good feelin good again”

Yeah I know her too. 

Pandora served up some Keen, as in Robert Earl Keen, with “The Road Goes on Forever”

I swear you could make a movie off of the storyline in this song. If there was, I’m sure that REK would have the guy that puts his hand up Sherry’s skirt resembling Toby Keith since there is a bit of a feud over Keith’s song. “Bullets In My Gun”. As the article linked says, instead of throwing a lawsuit at Keith, he followed with a song. “The Road Goes On and On,”, which has such lyrics as:  

You’re a regular jack in the box
In your clown suit and your goldilocks
The original liar’s paradox (you’ll have to Google that) …


But your horse is drunk and your friends got tired
Your aim grew weak and uninspired

or quite possibly

Best wishes, you loudmouthed fool
I hope I never see you again

Your soul is junk, your brain is dust
All your memories are eaten up with rust
Your nightmares real, dreams too stark
You love the night but you hate the dark

Robert Earl Keen


Sonny’s playin’ 8-ball at the joint where Sherry works
When some drunken outta towner put his hand up Sherry’s skirt
Sonny took his pool cue laid the drunk out on the floor
Stuffed a dollar in her tip jar and walked on out the door
She’s runnin’ right behind him reachin’ for his hand
The road goes on forever and the party never ends

“The Road Goes On Forever” Robert Earl Keen

In the purple setting sun, she rides her horse around the ring
Gives him a kick, he starts to run, keeping time and galloping
They ride around until they’re free, into the wilderness unknown
Living out her fantasy on that brave strawberry roan

“On and On” Robert Earl Keen

Fiction: Buckeye Chapter 4

Buckeye (Mountain Getaway on a Dark Stormy Night)

  • Chapter 1
  • Chapter 2
  • Chapter 3

Chapter 4

The Robert Earl Keen playlist moved on to a mix of
Reckless Kelly and the Turnpike Troubadours when ESPN announced the bottom had
dropped out of the sky in Los Angeles and that the Dodgers/Braves game was

Alyssa was coming back from the bedroom when he
told her, “the game was cancelled looks like you get to keep that jersey on a
little bit longer”. She walked over to the French doors heading out to the back
porch, she saw the hot tub was bubbling and looked over her shoulder and said “oh
yeah?” as she unbuttoned the buttons and walked out of the Chipper jersey and
through the door leaving nothing on but black bikini panties on.

Jack didn’t have to be Norville “Shaggy” Rogers
to pick up on that clue. He got up, turning on the outside speakers as he
walked. Of course he was multitasking as he got rid of his shorts and shirt at
the same time. As he was shutting the door he saw Alyssa stepping out of her
panties and getting into the hot tub. His boxer briefs were left at the door as
he joined her.  

The spring night brought a chill, the hot water
gave it a perfect mix. It was still raining, but they were covered by a thick
wooden awning that he and a couple of his cousins built the previous fall. She
said, “The more I hear this group the more I like them”. She was talking about
the Turnpike Troubadours as they were belting out “Every Girl”. She joined in,

don’t talk about religion she talks about the Stones

she’s every girl I’ve ever known.”

He smiled and reached out for her hand. He leaned
over and kissed her and whispered in her ear, “What do you know about the
Stones?”.  She looked at him with a sly and playful gaze and she simply softly sang

can’t always get what you want,

if you try sometimes, you just might find,

just might find, You get what you need.”

As she finished the verse, he pulled her closer.
Her breasts pressing into his chest as her arms wrapped around his neck.