A Pretty Good Song

He told me in a bar in Jackson Hole that he would write me a song. I told him I can always use a hit. A month or so later I got a tape in the mail from Montana. It was a simple love song that my band and I recorded in three hours, in my studio, in the basement. It made it to number three. I always liked him. I wish it made it to number one. I’ve recorded worse songs that did.