2nd verse of Lawrence Hammond's "TUMBLEWEED PLANTATION," as I remember it, went: When she ran away I could not get my forward gears a-turnin I just lay out on my bed and heard that highway pass me by. Lookin for my darlin through the brown glass of a bottle with my fingers 'round the bedpost rail and teardrops in my eyes Now they say a sorrowin man should give his mind some occupation so with a schoolbus full of laughin kids I drive until I'm blind But the nighttime brings me emptiness, and there's no consolation In last week's Reno papers and California wine We heard him sing this at some club in LA in about 1975 or 76. He was with a bunch of friends from Mexico, 2 of which got up and and sang backup on "Flight 641" (and played mandolin and bass. He sang about 2 or 3 songs in Spanish and left with a interesting looking young woman with almost white hair and dark skin. He was kind enough to scribble out some words to "Tumbleweed" for us after he sang and I learned that song after a fashion. Where is this guy now?
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