Don’t call Jerry Jeff Walker old. He may be grown, but that’s different. He’s wise and he’s been there and done that but he ain’t old. Not from what I saw of him in Austin, TX. He’s still got a sparkle in his eye and a kick to his step, he’s still excited about things like jamming in a van and having a dog sit at his knee. He was a charmer no doubt, and he’s still got it.
So I hope to all hope that when I grow up I don’t get old. I want to be like Jerry Jeff Walker, singing about getting by on getting by and rambling around with my gang of young grown ups, all smiling, all excited to keep on keeping on. Thanks Jerry Jeff, you signed our Van’s wall, but that wasn’t the only mark you left…