Friday it's all relative music

The Good Book says there is a friend who is closer than a brother. This song always takes me back to my free range partner in crime, Phillip.
We chased winged quail (and something my dad called "San Quentin Quail") and rabbits and fished like there was no tomorrow. This song reminds me in retrospect how glad I am we didn't catch those San Quentin Quails.

Thanks @noharleyyet for turning me on to the Turnpike Troubadours.

 
O Daddy, Daddy, do You miss me?
The way I crawled upon Your knee
Those childish games of hide-and-seek, now
Seem a million miles away

 
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