Unorganized Territory of West Oglala Lakota

Back in 1995 I drove from New York to Washington State. That was the first time I had discovered country music. The first song i ever heard was “whose bed have your boots been under”. I decided to write my own song. It’s called How Can I Miss You when you won’t go away. I wrote it in my journal along a road similar to this one.

So I have since lost the song (long story) but it’s chorus was still echoing in my mind. Now, thanks to ChatGPT, I have an even better song.

No, I’m not gonna put the lyrics here. You might steal them. But rest assured, How Can I Miss You will finally be a hit.

Ps: ask me about the guy in the San Fran hostel and this song.Read more