Interesting

An old friend used to sing a slightly different version, it had lines like:

Rambling kid why don't you settle down?
L.A. ain't your type of town
There ain't no money,
And there ain't nobody like you.

The song ran through a variety of other places, many of which I had lived....in my naivette I thought it had been written for me.

Years later asking her about it....she could not recall its existance....the paintings I had done for her were likewise gone.