Doyle Harseth's third recording amazes him more than anyone else. He'll admit to not being a singer. Only other times he sang was in a church choir years ago, and sometimes in the shower! Doyle and his wife Blanche founded and ran a horse ranch for many years, and when Delmar Gentry moved to Arizona and bought it, they retired. Their original plans were to build a a house in town, but when Delmar offered them the chance to buy a plot of land on the ranch back from him and build their house there, they jumped at the chance! It was a way they could keep living the country life like they have for going on 50 years, and still be around horses that Doyle loves.
Delmar changed their life, and Doyle has been invaluable as a reference for Delmar's running of the ranch. The recordings usually come about after Delmar has worked with somebody else in his recording studio (that's in a reconditioned outbuilding on the ranch). Doyle likes to sit in on the sessions, and they'll go into the wee hours chewing the fat and having a few beers. Sometimes, if the beer has been particularly good, they'll get an idea for a song. Delmar does all the music and arranging, while the lyrics are worked on together.
This song came about after Doyle talked about his early days when he'd work all day and spend his evenings in the gin mills (as he calls them.) Seems Doyle had quite the eye for the ladies, single or otherwise, and that he liked to dance and was good at it, and it got him women, as there's a lot of men that don't dance at the tavern, just drink beer. We can imagine the mischief he got into, at least until Blanche came into his life, and his cavorting came to a halt!
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