I was riding number nine heading south from Caroline.

I heard that along.

Mwai and wai. I heard that a law. Some whistle blue.

Oh, you know.

Oh, you get.

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It's me, it's me.

It's your radio friend, O. W. B. Walker, and I just want to say thank you

for tune into another mighty fine episode year of the Old Soul radio show. I tell you tonight's episode is pretty

damn special not only because this episode 100 or this is the first ever

episode that I've ever done from a bar and by God it's my

fucking bar. W. B. Walker's Barn and Grill in the fabulous

my Atropolis known as Dingus, West Virginia.

I tell you for the past five years, I've kind of wanted to have my own bar, but you know what?

Shit just didn't kind of work out, but hell, shit did work out, and now I was fucking here.

I tell you, it's pretty fucking badass.

But I really want to get back to the way I done things from the beginning.

Figure I featured three artists for you, three albums.

I can hopefully turn you on to them shit, for you, three albums.

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