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fucking around online I looked
up this dude Clay Tober I used
to know through his brother
Gary who brought him around
here to the ranch a couple of
times years ago and this fucker
was an old school Nashville
recording artist a straight out
bad ass Son of Hank with the
records and songs to prove it
"My song 'Okies and Crime Don't
Pay' is burning up the charts in
Oklahoma!" and he'd come playing
his guitar singing his righteous shit
handing out 8x10's and his tapes
and concert posters and this one
time Gary was going to go back
and live with him but we were all
drinking and Gary was escalating
pretty good so Clay sent him on a
beer run and after he split he took
me aside and told me just tell him
I had to go I had to go and then he
left in his conversion van with the
Tennessee plates and now today I
learned he died around '06 and
that tore me up so I'm sitting here
listening to his The Gladiator Pit
with my all time favorite country
song on it A Wife Just Like Mine
remembering when Gary mainlined
some shit in front of the Mission in
Klamath Falls and died in about 10
minutes a few weeks after his old
lady got burned up in a trailer fire
on table land and I called Castle
Records in Nashville to leave Clay
Tober the message and I'm sure
they told him but it really don't
matter it don't really matter at all