Oh, excellent!
I met the man once -- he actually played a gig in Amarillo. Buck Ramsay (cowboy poet, a good man and true) had a small party for him after the gig. Four of us sitting on the kitchen floor (not Buck; he was permanently in a wheelchair from a riding accident) trading songs and sipping too much whisky till the sky began to lighten in the east...
I'd love to have one of these.
Sarah