This song is about a good time with somebody you can’t imagine having a good time without.

I wrote this watching an old western with Roy Rogers. There was a rider pull up to the old saloon and then the doors swung Open and he was standing at the bar ordering a shot. And I wished I could hear that old piano sound tinkling in the background. It wasn’t there but it needed to be. Just popped into my head almost complete.

About the production. This is a song I recorded in my living room all by myself. It’s slower than I do it live and that’s to let the story play past you in a good three quarter dance rhythm. It’s a waltz, a honky tonk waltz. This is like that old saloon from that movie. It’s a piano with tacks on the strikers. It’s a clean telecaster with no effects. It’s a simple boom cha cha drum. It’s a guy standing just inside the front door of the bar with his arm around his girl and his entire weeks pay in his hand. He’s willing to spend it all tonight on her.

This is one of my favorite songs I’ve ever played. I think it’s perfect as far as it goes. Simple yet complete.

I loved every minute of recording this song. And this is by far the longest production I’ve been through. This song took over a hundred hours. I played the guitar parts til I couldn’t make a mistake in my sleep and then played them some more until they were good and then played them until you can’t hear a difference between the takes and then I played it six more times with slightly different EQ settings to give it a rounded sound. I hope you can tell.

One more thing about this song: That coin that falls at the beginning is a 1928 silver eagle American dollar my daddy gave me for Christmas when I was a kid. I dropped that dollar on dozens of surfaces looking for the sound of money falling on an old western honky tonk bar. I dropped that thing on the floor, on the guitar Tami Taylor, on the bass guitar, on the windowsill, on the bathroom counter, the kitchen counter, the stove top, my coffee table, went outside and dropped it on a bench, went back inside and for no good reason that I can now remember dropped in in the tub, dropped it on the washer because I was standing there and couldn’t feel any weirder than I already did, and what finally did it was the top of a cedar table my daddy and I had made for my studio which had been sitting there under my machines and harmonica bucket all along. So, thank you daddy for spending all your money and time raising me, for giving me that silver dollar, and for making that table with me. I hope you like this song. I sure do love you.

Thanks,