There are so many wonderful Warren Zevon songs-perhaps too many (kidding! of course. That was the root beer talking). One of my favorites, and it has been since first hearing, is "Lawyers, Guns, and Money."
It's jaunty with just a touch of dramatic foreshadowing, usually served with a green salad, and feeds eight. But nutritional palaver aside, I think I figured why he wrote it.
This guy right here.
Turns out, you can put a price on a broken heart and Miles G. is the appraiser.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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