Sam's Page

About me

Welcome back, come on in

Sit right down here, we’ll begin

You can tell your stories, I’ll tell mine

Come on it, buddy I got time

Sit right down here, we’ll make a little time



It’s a long, cold road that you’ve been down

That same old road brings you back around

With a few grey hairs and a couple of tears

And the dreams that carried you through these years

And the dreams you’ve carried through these years



I see your backpack beside the door

And I guess you’re bound to ramble on some more

Where the road and the rivers end

That’s where I’d find you, my wandering friend

That’s where I’d find you, my wandering friend



Welcome back, come on in

Sit right down here, we’ll begin

You can tell your stories, I’ll tell mine

Come on it, buddy I got time

Sit right down here, we’ll make a little time.

-Steve Palmer