Warren Haynes & Gov’t Mule

The sun was slowly fading behind the mountains of Deer Valley as I lay on my back watching the clouds, admiring the scenery.

God, I’ll miss this place.


She makes her way up the hill, smiling as she sees me. We settle in for the evening with wine spritzers and Warren Haynes, wrapping light blankets over our shoulders and dancing the night away to one of the world’s one hundred greatest guitarists.

I become somewhat melancholy as the night goes on, listening to her laugh, soaking it in as I know the count down has begun, and our good times are coming to a close.

For tonight though, I just let our souls shine….

He used to say the soulshine
It’s better than sunshine
It’s better than moonshine
Damn sure better than rain
Hey now people don’t mind
We all get this way sometimes
Got to let your soul shine
Shine ’til the break of day

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Wench, bring my ale, what say you?