Oh my goodness! Bob you caught me so off guard with this that I was sitting here speechless! What a total surprise!

Thank you for doing this. I sent you an email. grin

Nels, Mario, Eric, Robert and Greg,

Thank you guys for all the kind words.

We wrote this about an old street musician busking in New Orleans. Here are the lyrics:

Old Red Guitar ©2011 Josie Beck/Robert Dean

Rubbing his eyes in the July heat
He opens his case shaking off the sleep
Stretching his fingers to get reborn
One more song on this delta morning

Got his corner, got his sound
Watch the tourists gather round
Plays some Muddy to start the day
Pulling his hat down to get some shade

When his fingers bend those strings
Some folks claim there’s an angel singing
Day into night down by the river of dreams

Oh he ain’t no superstar
Catching dollars in a ma’naise jar
Living bar to bar
Playing his old red guitar

He sings a sermon in a voice so low
Gospel and blues no rock and roll
Old man river’s kicking up a storm
Won’t be long before the rain is pouring

Little swig of strawberry wine
Watch the tourists killing time
Eighty years have come and gone
Him and old red keep playing on

Josie

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