For Frieda

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Live in studio at WNCW 3.19.09

Copyright 2008. All Rights Reserved.

Northwestern states, Sebastopol
I’m already there in my mind.
I’m on the way to see ya.
Oh, Frieda, your my family.

Our dear mother, you know she’d say
this time 28 years to this day,
this hour this minute,
you know what she’d say...
Happy Birthday.

I’m coming to take you fishing with me.
I’m coming to see you.
Pack the stove, get some bread out,
oatmeal with honey and brown sugar.
I’ve got your gloves, I know how your fingers get cold.

Our dear mother, you know she’d say
this time 28 years to this day,
this hour this minute,
you know what she’d say...

Your my family...
It doesn’t get much closer than family.