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Oh, gee.

Good morning.

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It's me.

So, W.B, and I just want to say thank you for taking the time and he be as a schedule here once again to tune into another mighty fine.

Another mighty fun episode to hear of the old soul radio show.

Well, I told you that's going to take a week or two off, let you all get caught up.

When I do shows like I had done in the past month or so. It's because being a railroad man I don't have a lot of time to

dedicate to this podcast and when I do have a little bit of time off, sometimes I'll go overboard with it.

And that being said, I hope those of you that were behind have had a chance to get caught up. Hey I'm going to tell you now, I got a damn good one in store for you this evening.

Got some tunes lined up for you from the Buffalo Gospel.

Yeah, some tunes for you from an older alum here of the Old So Radio Show, the Tillers.

And hell, I'm gonna play you a band that I've been listening to, a whole hell of a lot of myself here lately, and I just want you to hear more from them.

A old Lost Dog Street Band.

So like I said, if you're familiar with any of these musicians, you know you're, you know you're

in for a treat this evening. But hell, I'm waiting to go to work right now, so I ain't got a lot of time

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