well couldn't pull out back track,, so put some in myself,, now barely hear me.. well till the choirs at end,, i sang with myself a couple times,, to sound like a bunch of drunks singing,, and that it does...

my old friend Harry died yrs ago, a fighter pilot Korean war, Well educated man,, His heart giving out. I left my fishing boat at the coast. My girl and me, got a room next to Harry on skid row. Portland. like 10 bucks a week, all vets in the old hotel... I cut the guys hair, as i had been to barber collage located on , oh yeah skid row. who else gonna let you learn on their head,,,, I treated skin infections and Psoriasis common to vets.. Well Harry lived a month. now i suppose it's drugs,,, then just a bunch trying to escape the world.. most had Vets pensions to keep in drink,, , , at one point had gave their all for this Country. Well when Harry was called, I went back to my boat and commercial fishing... Well after taking my gal to Reno for a couple weeks, in their best hotel :)

God Bless Harry ... We owe Harry and fellas like him,,, they kept us free ,, bet God understands Harry, better than most of us,,,