Thanks to you too friend. After discovering cheap cocaine on here, I’ve dove into your stuff, and you’re an extremely talented individual. Keep on keeping on!
Charlie's gotta be one of the best songwriters out there. You can't write like he does without having walked the walk. Plus, he busted himself up skateboarding a while back and that gets mad respect. Some of my favourites of his are Cheap Wine and On Stealing a Sailboat 🤙
64 is way before my time. I did, however, have a 2004 Subaru when I was 22. That car meant the world to me, not to mention all the memories it held. It rusted out and I sold it for parts two years ago. One of the saddest days I’ve had recently. Life lived, lessons learned. It’s amazing how much you can learn from metal and rubber.
I saw Charlie live nn Eau Claire WI before Corona hit, he played an impromptu show at a local bar for free. Got to be right up front in an absolutely packed little bar. Thanks WesternAF for featuring him.
Update....I actually met Charlie atca show last week & told him what I said in this comment & he actually thanked me! He also told me the story of how his dad inspired this song with his own fatherly advice. It was pretty surreal. Charlie is a great person & the show was excellent too!
This is most likely one of those songs that hit you and makes you think no matter what age you are...Great one! Lyrics and chords below Standard tuning, no Capo G F Am C all the way through [Intro] [Verse 1] Well money can't buy back that 64' Falcon That you sold in your 20s, then regretted it was gone Cause you thought it contained some meaning with some answers to life But you'd never bother to question Or even take a good close looking [Interlude] [Verse 2] And it broke your heart to see how it had been so very important From the feeling of the steering wheel to the rubber on the road But now it's grown to unrealistic proportions In your mind [Interlude] [Verse 3] Well now you're in your 50s, why can't you forget How the chrome bumpers shined in the sun And if you could just go back, even for a minute You could forget how you don't even know what it was That you lost [Interlude] [Verse 4] Why you always feel so empty in spite of all you have Were those feelings you remember even real Were they honestly about some junky old Falcon Or any other thing That you could own [Interlude] [Verse 5] Cause now it's all so stale and you feel so very old Like you*'ve taken all your chances and tossed em all aside For some stupid piece of metal, like shiny bits of trash That line the stolen nest of a greedy neighborhood crow [Interlude] [Verse 6] So you drive back to your hometown to visit with your past But nothing looks the same anymore And you can see all that you squandered where you were shining all that chrome You were handed all you needed without cost But you were to blind to see it, you took it all for granted Now you want to complain, tell me just what it was that you lost [Interlude] [Verse 7] And now you start to panic and your gas is running low And you need to find some meaning before you're stranded on the road And when the engine finally dies near a soybean field of dusk You just sit and watch the sunset turn the entire sky to rust Turn the entire sky to rust
awesome cheers! only just started playing 10month ago. i "can" basic travis pick. learning landslide right now. this seems relatively beginner friendly, can you give me a hint on the picking pattern? please:-)
@@LES7131 Not too much to be honest. Only help would be a tab for the picking pattern and that would be a pain. But I can give you a general advice when it comes to travis picking: Start slow. Like, really slow. 50% of the original speed maybe. Maybe you know the phrase "if you can play it slow, you can play it fast". I suggest slowing down this video to 50% speed and REALLY listen to the picking to get a feeling of what he's doing there. Have fun playing!
@@cedarriver yeah i kind of guessed slow is smooth, smooth is fast..... works with pretty much all things in life yes i will and thanks for your time anyway
I almost passed this up looking for a new song, and thought why not give it a shot.. then he proceeds to speak directly to your soul. Almost like A higher power said you need to hear this
“Drive back to your hometown to visit with your past…but nothing looks the same. …..”. This song is brilliant simplicity of life lessons. Don’t take for granted the moments you’re in cause you can never relive the moments lost. And those are what define us.
I had the opportunity to see Charlie, long before I knew who he was. He opened for Mandolin Orange in Atlanta a few years ago at the Variety Playhouse and what an impression he left on me! I watched him just pick the hell out of his guitar and sing his heart out. I quickly found myself clapping and moving along with the music. He is truly a gem in the genre that many haven't even heard of.
My first car was a 64 Chevy Nova - pretty similar car to a Ford Falcon. For some reason, me and my dad had it in our heads that it would be a good idea to refurbish it as a father-son project. Perhaps to no one's surprise, me and my dad's inability to communicate resulted in a shared project that rapidly descended into one of resentment. I do have some good memories of that car. I was the first of my friends to get a drivers license and had a good time ferrying them around that first summer I had the car. But I also remember that car almost killing me on a number of occasions - Once while stuck in a traffic jam the old one-barrel carburetor went haywire, and I literally had to stand on the brake pedal connected to the non-powered, four wheel drum brakes, to keep me from barreling into the car in front of me. Another time, while driving home from school on a rainy winter evening, I had to slam on the brakes to avoid another accident. The brake lines collapsed, completely seizing up all four brakes. I was stuck blocking traffic on a two-lane road during rush hour. When a cop showed up to investigate, he tried to push me onto the shoulder of the road to get me out of traffic. At first he didn't believe me that the wheels were seized up and just thought I didn't know how to put my car into neutral. Finally, he just used the front bumper of his squad car to skid me off onto the shoulder and then promptly drove off. I was stranded for several hours before my dad came to pick me up. He repeatedly and sincerely apologized for taking so long. I don't think I accepted his apology. On another occasion, the front control arm blew out while me and my junior prom date were driving to a party. The steering suddenly jerked to the right, almost catapulting us into a concrete pillar as we drove under an overpass. I drove home that night with the big old plastic steering wheel turned at 90 degrees just to keep the car driving straight. Another time I got off work from my high school job at the local movie theater, and the damn thing wouldn't start. I remember my dad screaming at me for not keeping enough oil in the car. This old thing leaked all the time. I checked the oil every time I filled up with gas, and kept a quart in the trunk at all times. We dumped way too much money into that thing, way more than it could ever be worth, just to make it not be a death trap. Needless to say, with every repair and improvement the car received, the resentment between me and my dad deepened. One night, I remember him yelling at me that he was tired of working on it, and that I'd better figure out a way to get more hours of work at the movie theater job because he was done with it. Needless to say, this was not feasible working a part-time job at $5.15/hr. When I left home for college, I chose not to take the Nova with me. I didn't want to spend any time maintaining a car that needed constant work. I also didn't want to keep a car that had become a symbol of me and my dad's relationship. Apparently my dad lost interest in maintaining it, too, because every time I would come home from college it would be in an ever-worse state of repair. One of their dogs started using it as a perch, and the beautiful new paint job got all muddy and scratched up from its paws. The nice new tires deflated and dry-rotted. The new wheels sat on the bare ground, and the lug nuts and new front disc brakes rusted over. It couldn't start because of course the battery died, and the nice new carburetor was gummed-up with old gas anyway. The roof somehow sprang a leak, and the nice new headliner became stained, and the new carpet became damp and moldy. Eventually, my dad, who was often in a financial bind, sold it to his dad, probably for more money than it was worth, but less money than we had dumped into it. From what I hear, my PawPaw had a good time occasionally driving it into town, picking up his girlfriends, and taking them to Sonic; reliving his youth that ended far too early - he knocked up my Granny when he was only 18, had a shotgun marriage, and immediately had to start roughnecking to make a living. Once I took my then-girlfriend, now-wife, to visit him. He drove us into town in the Nova, took us to Sonic, and she got to experience that car for the first time. She really enjoyed it as it carried none of the baggage that it did for me. I remember feeling jealous that two people could get such pleasure from a car that the mere sight of would send my stress levels skyrocketing. I remember hoping that maybe someday, my grievances and resentments towards my dad would scar over enough that, when my PawPaw got too old to enjoy the Nova, maybe it would come back to me, and I would be able to receive it, and enjoy it, and maybe I could pass it on so my future kids could enjoy it. I'm now married, and have a child, and am more than twice the age I was when the Nova first came into my life. I can't remember the last time I was at my parents' house. Maybe 6 years? Maybe more? And I haven't seen or spoken to my parents in over a year and a half. That someday eventually arrived. My sister texted me the other day to let me know that PawPaw is too old to maintain and enjoy the Nova anymore, and my dad wants to know if I want it now. I told her to tell him I didn't want it and gave some very rational reasons - I don't have a place to park it, I don't have time or money to maintain it, that we don't one more thing cluttering up our place, that I live in a place that gets snow thru the winter and spring and that old rear wheel drive would be impossible to use in snowy conditions. I told her that my dad could take it back and keep it. She said that if I didn't want it he would probably sell it. I told her that my dad, still being in a financial bind, probably needed the money or a functioning car more than I did. Needless to say, those old grievances and resentments never did scar over on their own. And I felt very sad that the someday finally came, and I was not ready to accept the Nova back into my life, and that it would never be a source of pleasure for me. Of course, the Nova is just a car - a free car for that matter. What about it is unacceptable? My child has never seen or taken a ride in the Nova. He will never inherit it - not that I would want him to inherit that death trap. Perhaps someday far in the future, he might see an old picture of me standing next to the car, or hear my wife mention it as a memory. But more than likely, that someday will never come. The Nova will vanish out of me, and my father's, and my father's father's life entirely. But all of the anger and grievance that the Nova came to symbolize, that I imbued it with, will still be there. I'm now old enough to understand that old resentments do not scar over on their own, though I still pretend that someday they might. I'm old enough to realize that that someday will never come, and by then the Nova will be long gone.
I'm so excited for his new album! Already preordered it and have been listening to this on repeat pretty frequently. Thank you Charlie Parr for the moments of reflection and peace I've gained listening to your music and songs.
One great country/folk singer/songwriter. I had never listened to him before. Reina del Sid and her usual partner, Toni Lingren said to pay attention to him. They were right.
I listened to this once, and for some reason I can’t stop, this seems to happen a lot with wonderful pieces especially the stuff western af puts out, thank you!
I had a 65 Falcon when I was 20, sold it when I was 25 for a 65 mustang. Sold it too. I'm 38 now and I miss those old cars, should have never sold them but life deals ups and downs and do what we can to get by.
I’ve had so many cars and so much time wrapped up in them as a kid. Since I’ve gotten older, I haven’t had the cool rides I used to have when I was younger and have always felt lesser for it. In my adulthood, I would’ve given anything to have an old car again. So I got one, I love my 63 Galaxie. Spent my whole savings on it and have waited many years to have the privilege of owning something like that again. But it’s still not quite the same as it was then, yet. They all rust, and no matter how much time and money you spend on them, they don’t last forever and neither do you. It is truly what you make it and that’s what you’ll remember. The sooner you understand that they sooner you will be happy
What an incredible musician. I'd love to see him do a couple songs with James McMurtry one day. I think the two of them are spearheading some of the best modern folk music out there these days.
Look this mans tour schedule up and if he is within a drives distance I strongly recommend you go see him. I went to his show on a whim when he came to Vermont, and let me tell you he puts on one helluva show!
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Hell yes. Charlie is one of the elders lighting the way. Thanks, WesternAF.
Thanks to you too friend. After discovering cheap cocaine on here, I’ve dove into your stuff, and you’re an extremely talented individual. Keep on keeping on!
@LiveFreeOrDie Fellow NH'er, how are ya
@@boomchakalaka0 I'm up early right now listening to charlie parr, headed up to laconia from NY in a couple hours. Live free or die!
@LiveFreeOrDie either way he's a legend, and always done it his own way.
He's just a kid...
"drive back to your hometown to visit with your past, but nothing looks the same anymore"...too true sir, hats off to this great tune.
Charlie's gotta be one of the best songwriters out there. You can't write like he does without having walked the walk. Plus, he busted himself up skateboarding a while back and that gets mad respect. Some of my favourites of his are Cheap Wine and On Stealing a Sailboat 🤙
John Prine, though he died recently is better, was better.
@@noleftturnunstoned that's subjective
Cheap wine is my favorite too!
"Over the Red Cedar" does it, too.
I have the best taste in music....and this is gold
Hell yes you do
Totally agree ✌🏻
Saw charlie in the UK a few months ago, £17 for 2 tickets and the best money i ever spent. A special man and one of the best pickers ive seen
So did we! Tiny place in London jam packed full of people, was great
This song makes me think about my Dad and how he is getting older.....and I am right behind him. 40 came quick, 60 is a blink away.
Man…I had a 1965 Ford Falcon XP that I had to sell in my 20’s, and I’m now 48 years old….this song got me in the feels.
Me too, paid $200 for it and sold it for 2 ounces of pot.
@@lockedout8643 legendary stuff 😂
64 is way before my time.
I did, however, have a 2004 Subaru when I was 22.
That car meant the world to me, not to mention all the memories it held.
It rusted out and I sold it for parts two years ago. One of the saddest days I’ve had recently.
Life lived, lessons learned.
It’s amazing how much you can learn from metal and rubber.
Charlie Parr was one of the best shows I’ve ever seen. He just poured himself out for 3+ hours. He’s a treasure
I saw Charlie live nn Eau Claire WI before Corona hit, he played an impromptu show at a local bar for free. Got to be right up front in an absolutely packed little bar. Thanks WesternAF for featuring him.
Thanks for sharing! This feels like really good advice from my Dad. My Dad passed 10 years ago & I miss him. This filled a hole that needed filled.
Update....I actually met Charlie atca show last week & told him what I said in this comment & he actually thanked me! He also told me the story of how his dad inspired this song with his own fatherly advice. It was pretty surreal. Charlie is a great person & the show was excellent too!
Sometimes the RUclips algorithm scares the shit out of me. I needed this and didnt even know it.
These lyrics hit my soul like a sledgehammer
This is most likely one of those songs that hit you and makes you think no matter what age you are...Great one!
Lyrics and chords below
Standard tuning, no Capo
G F Am C all the way through
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Well money can't buy back that 64' Falcon
That you sold in your 20s, then regretted it was gone
Cause you thought it contained some meaning with some answers to life
But you'd never bother to question
Or even take a good close looking
[Interlude]
[Verse 2]
And it broke your heart to see how it had been so very important
From the feeling of the steering wheel to the rubber on the road
But now it's grown to unrealistic proportions
In your mind
[Interlude]
[Verse 3]
Well now you're in your 50s, why can't you forget
How the chrome bumpers shined in the sun
And if you could just go back, even for a minute
You could forget how you don't even know what it was
That you lost
[Interlude]
[Verse 4]
Why you always feel so empty in spite of all you have
Were those feelings you remember even real
Were they honestly about some junky old Falcon
Or any other thing
That you could own
[Interlude]
[Verse 5]
Cause now it's all so stale and you feel so very old
Like you*'ve taken all your chances and tossed em all aside
For some stupid piece of metal, like shiny bits of trash
That line the stolen nest of a greedy neighborhood crow
[Interlude]
[Verse 6]
So you drive back to your hometown to visit with your past
But nothing looks the same anymore
And you can see all that you squandered where you were shining all that chrome
You were handed all you needed without cost
But you were to blind to see it, you took it all for granted
Now you want to complain, tell me just what it was that you lost
[Interlude]
[Verse 7]
And now you start to panic and your gas is running low
And you need to find some meaning before you're stranded on the road
And when the engine finally dies near a soybean field of dusk
You just sit and watch the sunset turn the entire sky to rust
Turn the entire sky to rust
awesome cheers! only just started playing 10month ago. i "can" basic travis pick. learning landslide right now. this seems relatively beginner friendly, can you give me a hint on the picking pattern? please:-)
Wrong lyrics. It's not the lion steals a crows nest...
It's " the shiny bits of trash that lines the ..... nest etc...
@@livestronger4344 You're right, corrected it above
@@LES7131 Not too much to be honest. Only help would be a tab for the picking pattern and that would be a pain. But I can give you a general advice when it comes to travis picking: Start slow. Like, really slow. 50% of the original speed maybe. Maybe you know the phrase "if you can play it slow, you can play it fast". I suggest slowing down this video to 50% speed and REALLY listen to the picking to get a feeling of what he's doing there. Have fun playing!
@@cedarriver yeah i kind of guessed
slow is smooth, smooth is fast..... works with pretty much all things in life
yes i will and thanks for your time anyway
I almost passed this up looking for a new song, and thought why not give it a shot.. then he proceeds to speak directly to your soul. Almost like A higher power said you need to hear this
That is pretty much as good as it gets for songwriting. Hats off to you fine Sir Mr. Parr.
“Drive back to your hometown to visit with your past…but nothing looks the same. …..”. This song is brilliant simplicity of life lessons. Don’t take for granted the moments you’re in cause you can never relive the moments lost. And those are what define us.
"The function of man is to live,
not to exist. I shall not waste days
trying to prolong them.
I shall use my time.
Charlie is a gift from above. This is a brilliant song.
Charlie hits you right in the soul. Western AF thank you!! Getting to listen to artists I’ve loved for years and finding lots of new artists.
light the way brother. better n better! and yes folks he walks the walk. much love and respect from Scotland. Mx
So glad I got to see him for free for years on Wednesday nights at my local bar
I had the opportunity to see Charlie, long before I knew who he was. He opened for Mandolin Orange in Atlanta a few years ago at the Variety Playhouse and what an impression he left on me! I watched him just pick the hell out of his guitar and sing his heart out. I quickly found myself clapping and moving along with the music. He is truly a gem in the genre that many haven't even heard of.
That's a great bill of music!
Charlie Parr is a local gem, it's always a treat when he's playing somewhere near enough to make it to.
The best of his generation. I could see him live in London, 2016, thank God.
I just retired today so this seems appropriate. Thank you Charly and WAF. 🌞
Charlie is one of my favorites, great to see some love for him here. I'd kill for a Western AF 'Cheap Wine'.
Hell yes, so glad you got Charlie in here!!!!
I was lost in the RUclips Haze but I have been found!
Thanks to all who made this possible.
Loved Charlie ever since I heard his 1922 blues on an ad ten or fifteen years ago. Hung out for every album since.
My first car was a 64 Chevy Nova - pretty similar car to a Ford Falcon. For some reason, me and my dad had it in our heads that it would be a good idea to refurbish it as a father-son project. Perhaps to no one's surprise, me and my dad's inability to communicate resulted in a shared project that rapidly descended into one of resentment. I do have some good memories of that car. I was the first of my friends to get a drivers license and had a good time ferrying them around that first summer I had the car. But I also remember that car almost killing me on a number of occasions - Once while stuck in a traffic jam the old one-barrel carburetor went haywire, and I literally had to stand on the brake pedal connected to the non-powered, four wheel drum brakes, to keep me from barreling into the car in front of me. Another time, while driving home from school on a rainy winter evening, I had to slam on the brakes to avoid another accident. The brake lines collapsed, completely seizing up all four brakes. I was stuck blocking traffic on a two-lane road during rush hour. When a cop showed up to investigate, he tried to push me onto the shoulder of the road to get me out of traffic. At first he didn't believe me that the wheels were seized up and just thought I didn't know how to put my car into neutral. Finally, he just used the front bumper of his squad car to skid me off onto the shoulder and then promptly drove off. I was stranded for several hours before my dad came to pick me up. He repeatedly and sincerely apologized for taking so long. I don't think I accepted his apology. On another occasion, the front control arm blew out while me and my junior prom date were driving to a party. The steering suddenly jerked to the right, almost catapulting us into a concrete pillar as we drove under an overpass. I drove home that night with the big old plastic steering wheel turned at 90 degrees just to keep the car driving straight. Another time I got off work from my high school job at the local movie theater, and the damn thing wouldn't start. I remember my dad screaming at me for not keeping enough oil in the car. This old thing leaked all the time. I checked the oil every time I filled up with gas, and kept a quart in the trunk at all times. We dumped way too much money into that thing, way more than it could ever be worth, just to make it not be a death trap. Needless to say, with every repair and improvement the car received, the resentment between me and my dad deepened. One night, I remember him yelling at me that he was tired of working on it, and that I'd better figure out a way to get more hours of work at the movie theater job because he was done with it. Needless to say, this was not feasible working a part-time job at $5.15/hr.
When I left home for college, I chose not to take the Nova with me. I didn't want to spend any time maintaining a car that needed constant work. I also didn't want to keep a car that had become a symbol of me and my dad's relationship. Apparently my dad lost interest in maintaining it, too, because every time I would come home from college it would be in an ever-worse state of repair. One of their dogs started using it as a perch, and the beautiful new paint job got all muddy and scratched up from its paws. The nice new tires deflated and dry-rotted. The new wheels sat on the bare ground, and the lug nuts and new front disc brakes rusted over. It couldn't start because of course the battery died, and the nice new carburetor was gummed-up with old gas anyway. The roof somehow sprang a leak, and the nice new headliner became stained, and the new carpet became damp and moldy. Eventually, my dad, who was often in a financial bind, sold it to his dad, probably for more money than it was worth, but less money than we had dumped into it. From what I hear, my PawPaw had a good time occasionally driving it into town, picking up his girlfriends, and taking them to Sonic; reliving his youth that ended far too early - he knocked up my Granny when he was only 18, had a shotgun marriage, and immediately had to start roughnecking to make a living. Once I took my then-girlfriend, now-wife, to visit him. He drove us into town in the Nova, took us to Sonic, and she got to experience that car for the first time. She really enjoyed it as it carried none of the baggage that it did for me. I remember feeling jealous that two people could get such pleasure from a car that the mere sight of would send my stress levels skyrocketing. I remember hoping that maybe someday, my grievances and resentments towards my dad would scar over enough that, when my PawPaw got too old to enjoy the Nova, maybe it would come back to me, and I would be able to receive it, and enjoy it, and maybe I could pass it on so my future kids could enjoy it.
I'm now married, and have a child, and am more than twice the age I was when the Nova first came into my life. I can't remember the last time I was at my parents' house. Maybe 6 years? Maybe more? And I haven't seen or spoken to my parents in over a year and a half. That someday eventually arrived. My sister texted me the other day to let me know that PawPaw is too old to maintain and enjoy the Nova anymore, and my dad wants to know if I want it now. I told her to tell him I didn't want it and gave some very rational reasons - I don't have a place to park it, I don't have time or money to maintain it, that we don't one more thing cluttering up our place, that I live in a place that gets snow thru the winter and spring and that old rear wheel drive would be impossible to use in snowy conditions. I told her that my dad could take it back and keep it. She said that if I didn't want it he would probably sell it. I told her that my dad, still being in a financial bind, probably needed the money or a functioning car more than I did. Needless to say, those old grievances and resentments never did scar over on their own. And I felt very sad that the someday finally came, and I was not ready to accept the Nova back into my life, and that it would never be a source of pleasure for me. Of course, the Nova is just a car - a free car for that matter. What about it is unacceptable? My child has never seen or taken a ride in the Nova. He will never inherit it - not that I would want him to inherit that death trap. Perhaps someday far in the future, he might see an old picture of me standing next to the car, or hear my wife mention it as a memory. But more than likely, that someday will never come. The Nova will vanish out of me, and my father's, and my father's father's life entirely. But all of the anger and grievance that the Nova came to symbolize, that I imbued it with, will still be there. I'm now old enough to understand that old resentments do not scar over on their own, though I still pretend that someday they might. I'm old enough to realize that that someday will never come, and by then the Nova will be long gone.
Damn. That hits hard.
Hey, it’s been a year since you wrote this, but thanks for the share. Somehow the anecdote was a nice accompaniment to this fantastic song.
Absolutely love Charlie Parr, one of the nicest most geniune people you could ever met, and his live shows are amazing.
Yes yes and yes. He’s such a killer musician and even better dude.
Wow, this song hit me deep. This man just described my whole life in 3:48. Thank you!
Good gravy this song hits! I am 34 and it is already hitting HARD. Keep the jammer's coming!
Boy did this song remind me of . . . me. I'm going to need to listen to it a few more dozen times.
Really hope I get the chance to see him live one day, one of my favorite songwriters.
Back again. This song heals me. Thank you for sharing this important truth. It helps me trust myself.
Big Charlie fan here, thanks for having him!
Thanks WAF for showing Charlie to your fans! He's a heck of a guy for sure!
Charlie Parr is such an underrated folk artist, been listening to him for a few years and can’t get enough.
this was phenomenal... "turn the entire sky to rust" WOW... this song was so deep... LOVE IT!!!
I could not click fast enough. I love Charlie. What a beautiful song, I cannot wait to hear more, very excited.
Love this guy. His music fills my souls.
This song is a blessing for me
I'm a generation behind you Charlie but you speak my heart
Genuine and pure. Real music.
Charlie Parr ! About time he's an OG!
He's not old; you're young.
I'm so excited for his new album! Already preordered it and have been listening to this on repeat pretty frequently. Thank you Charlie Parr for the moments of reflection and peace I've gained listening to your music and songs.
I miss Charlie’s, first Sunday of the month Turf Club Shows. It was a $2 cover charge and some of the most honest lyrics one could find in the TC
Another great song to your awesome catalog of music.
Me in 2007:
"RUclips is the greatest thing ever created."
Me in 2021:
"Western AF is the greatest thing ever created."
Amazing
The magic and meaning of life is being able to capture those .moments you k we were fate and frail. Love and life and remains 3years gone
More second acts in American life! THIS IS WHAT WE WANT! Artists with EXPERIENCE.
One great country/folk singer/songwriter. I had never listened to him before. Reina del Sid and her usual partner, Toni Lingren said to pay attention to him. They were right.
This guy is amazing
sounds great Charlie. Still remember having you play at the iron range blast concert 2006 Chisholm Minnesota
Boy that's a good one.
In Belfast this Sunday! Looking forward to it.
Beautiful song, thank you
Excited to see him tonight at Gullivers , Manchester
Wow. Just wow.
awesome that he's on here, i haven't seen him live before but i know he used to play all over the town i currently reside in, fucking awesome!
Thats one mean ol' hipster. Loved it.
He's NOT a hipster. You might be, though.
I listened to this once, and for some reason I can’t stop, this seems to happen a lot with wonderful pieces especially the stuff western af puts out, thank you!
I had a 65 Falcon when I was 20, sold it when I was 25 for a 65 mustang. Sold it too. I'm 38 now and I miss those old cars, should have never sold them but life deals ups and downs and do what we can to get by.
Wow! What a gem…. Blew me away!
Love Charlie, as always... right in the feels.
This song ain’t about the car.
No shit
Beautiful tune.
Ah man...that Falcon represents so much of my life. thanks Charlie. Great tune.
I’ve had so many cars and so much time wrapped up in them as a kid. Since I’ve gotten older, I haven’t had the cool rides I used to have when I was younger and have always felt lesser for it. In my adulthood, I would’ve given anything to have an old car again. So I got one, I love my 63 Galaxie. Spent my whole savings on it and have waited many years to have the privilege of owning something like that again. But it’s still not quite the same as it was then, yet. They all rust, and no matter how much time and money you spend on them, they don’t last forever and neither do you. It is truly what you make it and that’s what you’ll remember. The sooner you understand that they sooner you will be happy
This song makes me want to put my head down and get back to work
Charlie is the coolest!
Always a treat running into him at earth rider brewery.
That is a great song. Love it.
Charlie is a god damn king.
One of the best
Wow! Just Wow!
Great tune!
So good in Fargo!
What an incredible musician.
I'd love to see him do a couple songs with James McMurtry one day. I think the two of them are spearheading some of the best modern folk music out there these days.
Spearheading? Charlie's been around for a looooong time.
The best channel on YT, can't change my mind
A gem of Duluth
That was something special.
Great title. Great riffs
this is my fav channel
Look this mans tour schedule up and if he is within a drives distance I strongly recommend you go see him. I went to his show on a whim when he came to Vermont, and let me tell you he puts on one helluva show!
sounds so much better here
Wow so much good music out there
Minnesota represent!
Solid song and solid title!
my daddy got a 65 falcon sittin in the backyard, still got my carseat in it...i turn 27 this year
Tune rocks and gives me 'best of dire straits' vibes
Love it !
Do not know how iv slept on this dude im so lucky I found you love your picking an playing brother
How does this channel keep finding these gems man
Love this vibe