I used to jam with Frank on Friday nights, and this Robert Earl Keen Jr. song was one of his favorites. Shortly after Frank got out of rehab for a coke habit, I got a call from a mutual friend — he’d blown his head off with a shotgun, leaving his mother with the mess and no money for a funeral. I didn’t know things were that bad. Whenever I hear this song, I think of him.
The road goes on forever
