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Love greets you, and the loveless have nothing to say.
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This song was written for my very first guitar teacher, Don Coen, who tragically passed away at the tender age of thirty-eight. Without him, my life would be completely different today.
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You`ll be waitin` down where the roads cross right before midnight. He`ll take your guitar and tune it and play a number or two. He`ll give it back to you and the whole thing witll begin.
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