Kris

I had a different post to run today, but as I came to post it, I saw the news about Kris Kristofferson taking his Last Ride. 

Time was, I'd have tried to cobble together a decent eulogy, but the words aren't coming too easy these days, so here are some of his finest moments...

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose

And there's nothin' short a' dyin'

That's half as lonesome as the sound

Of the sleepin' city sidewalk

And Sunday mornin' comin' down

I was a sailor

I was born upon the tide

And with the sea I did abide

I sailed a schooner around the Horn to Mexico

I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow

And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed

But I am living still