Photo by RP Thomas
Tex’s Guitar
Tex played
his old Yamaha
now and again.
For ten years he’d
been a country
musician working
out of Midland;
roadhouses mainly,
playing Waylon and
Willie covers, with
some early Merle and
Earle thrown in.
That old guitar had
saved his life, he
told Lizzie Delay
the night he met
her in a juke joint
outside San Antone.
He was alone on the
bandstand when Lizzie
touched his hand; as
he picked the notes
of a George Jones song
Lizzie began to sing along,
and damn if she didn’t
sound a whole lot like
Loretta Lynn.
The next day Lizzie
joined the tour—this
was back in ’04, when
Lizzie was 25,
and Tex felt lucky
just to be alive.TS
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