National Cowboy Poetry Gathering: "Trade Off" with Pipp Gillette 

I love this song. I remember dad (1915-1992), also a WW2 veteran, saying back when he was young, the first paying job he ever had was "riding fence" for a Comanche Rancher here in southwestern Oklahoma. He was a young man during the worst of the Dust Bowl, and having a job was the difference between the bank taking their family's farm, and his mother and younger siblings having a roof over their heads. I also remember hearing that some of the Indians sometimes remained in tee-pees long after a house had been made for them. They didn't want to have to change, either. Thank you for this song, in memory of disappearing ways of life..

I remember Pipp and Guy when they lived in Yonkers... Just around the corner from Steven Tyler ( Tallerico, actually...) They let me hang around during their band rehersals sometimes when Pipp played drums and Guy with his bass guitar. I'm talkin' 'bout 1967.

now that is some nice my friends