Reeling to memories of Waylon Jennings, singing with his band at our family reunions throughout the years, never tiring of his rhythms in life expectancy.
Melodies blending with harmony in perfect synch, never missing a beat and continually loving all his family and relatives.
Honoring the elderly, mentoring the younger ones, giving from his heart in musical precision.
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