My heart broke on May 27th, 2017 when I heard the news about Gregg Allman's death.
Today it breaks again as I listen to the last album he recorded, knowing it would be his last.
"My Only True Friend"
written by Gregg Allman and Scott Sharrard
You and I both know this river will surely flow to an end
Keep me in your heart keep your soul on the mend
I hope you're haunted by the music of my soul
When I'm gone
Please don't fly away and find you a new love
I can't face living this life alone
I can't bear to think this might be the end
But you and I both know the road is my only true friend
Another night alone but I see you in my dreams sometimes
No matter where I go lord knows
You were always on my mind
I hope you're haunted by the music of my soul
When I'm gone
Please don't fly away and find you a new love
I just can't face living this life alone
I can't bear to think this might be the end
But you and I both know the road is my only true friend
Still on and on I run it feels like home is just around the bend
I got so much left to give
But I'm running out of time, my friend
I hope you're haunted by the music of my soul
When I'm gone
Please don't fly away and find you a new love
I just can't face living this life alone
I can't bear to think this might be the end
But you and I both know the road is my only true friend
You and I both know the road is my only true friend
You can read the story behind "Southern Blood" here at "The Bitter Southerner."
This is a re-post of the piece I wrote after seeing him in concert in Charlotte in July, 2016 - - -
There's not much Donald and I enjoy more than live music.
We have seen a wealth of great musicians and it's always a thrill.
Tuesday we saw Gregg Allman and Peter Frampton in Charlotte at The Amphitheater. (It keeps changing names and I have no idea what its name is today - the Metro Credit Union Amphitheater, maybe . . . )
We've both seen Gregg Allman numerous times over the years. And although he may be walking and moving a little slower than he once did, his voice is as strong and clear and true as it ever was.
Neither of us had seen Peter Frampton before.
What a pixie-like ball of energy he is! Adorable.
And his band members glow with pride when he steps up to play next to one of them
We had front row seats and I was as giddy as a kid.
We were outside and it was hot.
I can't even tell you how hot, but it was hot.
My hair was soaking wet in no time.
And our clothes were sticking to us by the time we left.
It was supposed to rain, but that never happened.
Because it was supposed to rain, we left good cameras at home and took one of the old ones - so excuse the quality of the pics.
But you know what?
It didn't matter that it was hot.
It wouldn't have mattered if it had rained.
It was a great night.
Watching two legends make music, listening to them sing their music live.
It doesn't get much better.
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