Country western melodies here at the Silver Spur, Christy Dee
singing and playing guitar, intense melodies, beautiful voice,
touching us inside with a solemn acquiescence.
Good sense of humor in between songs, sounding like Patsy Cline,
taking rhythms into pathways of intellect, rapidly taking mind
into passages of time.
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