Alone Town

I met an old man who told me that he felt more at home in the graveyard of his home town than walking down Main Street. He knew everyone in the cemetery but the town was full of strangers. This fellow also told me, when I asked him how he was doing, "if I wasn't wearing suspenders, I'd shoot plumb up in the air."

Hal, banjo, vocal; Cathy, drums; Phillip, harmonica