Boise, Idaho––2019

by | Jul 26, 2019 | 0 comments

“So I left Montana on an old freight train
The night my father died in the cold cold rain
Rode to Opelousas, rode to Wounded Knee
Rode to Ogallala, home I’ll never be
Home in old Medora, home in ol’ Truckee
Apalachicola, home I’ll never be
Home I’ll never be
Home I’ll never be.”

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