Originally Posted By: David Snyder
Billy,

Let us get one thing straight.

Your best lyrics come from my nonsensical gibberish and you have admitted to stealing my gibberish.

You owe me an apology right now.

And you should get down on your hands and knees and thank the Lord Jesus for my gibberish every night. My gibberish is country gold and you know it.

Finally, on the last blues song you did, you stole my chords and you stole my opening riff.

That is mine.

I wrote that.





There is a long tradition of stealing blues licks and lyrics amount us real blues players!

You, Mr. Snyder, are the one that should thank your lucky stars that I hold you in high enough regard to be stealing stuff from you! You should be thankful that I actually like gibberish and am somewhat enamored of your particular style of gibberish.

Now, after all that, if you still feel abused and downhearted and have the blues over the theft of your so-called possessions. I say "so-called" because you being a blues guy; I know you stole them from one of our mutual acquaintances.

Even so, I will say down on bended knees I am very sorry for my sins and hope you will forgive me. To try to ease the pain, I will give you a # 10 Blackdimond string for the guitar you have missing the E string, and a bottle of hair grease next time I see you.

Also, I am aware that right behind your house on Billy Goat Hill, them laws took the girl and the whiskey still. I bribed the cops to sell me the still so I will have it back in operation in time for your next house rent party.

Best regards,

Billy B, The Blues Boy From Bar'B'Que Texas.

Last edited by Planobilly; 06/14/23 11:39 AM.
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