From the sands of Olema way out on Tomales Bay

Sailing across the airwaves from a little station in Point Reyes Every Monday evening, from 7 unfil 10 the best of Bluegrass, folk and country

And a song for West Marin

I first met him in the mountains

Early one frosty morn

Pouring rum in his mushroom coffee

And when he finished he poured me some

He always smelled a litle funky and don’t get me started on his feet But through this crazy world a kinder soul I’ve seldom scene

I always think lIl remember back in 2010

When He was the only DJ that liked to give my tunes a spin I was standing in the kitchen drinking eggnog by the stove

With the biggest grin on my old man when he heard his boy on that radio

Well I was supposed to see him just a few days up the road

But supper is never guaranteed and the good Lord called him home

So tell the ones you love, and make peace with those you don’t Always slow down for life’s curves And iust turn up the radio

‘Cause from the sands of Olemo

Way out on Tomales Bay

I bet he’s sailing down through the San Juans and heading for Tequila Beach

But every Monday evening from 7 until 10

It was the best of Bluegrass, folk and country And a song from West Marin The best of Bluegrass, folk and country And a song with my old friend