Clyde….Washington 1980

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Down in Mississippi, I was sittin’ along the tracks at the end a the yard, and a woman come out from a nearby house with a plate of food. Handed me the food, complete with a knife and fork. Said I looked hungry. That kind of thing don’t happen much anymore. Still keep the knife and fork with me. The knife weren’t nothin’ but an old butter knife, but I sharpened it up.