Saturday, February 26, 2011
"I'm the whippoorwill that cries in the night. I'm the soft morning breeze that caresses your lovely face."
"Hear that lonesome whippoorwill,
He sounds too blue to fly."
"Whippoorwill in the willow
sings a sweet melody
Riding to Amarillo
just my rifle pony and me"
Posted by Manuel Dominguez, Jr. at 10:00 PM