Whitesnakes ‘cross Deerfoot
viscous blue winds drive whitesnakes ‘cross Deerfoot in front of us and you say: Sheesh, dude, this is a cruel day the heater blows lukewarm vulcanized rubber fumes into the cab as the radio plays stereo Christian Country Classics, it’s a giddy heady mix, possibly hallucinatory, you say: Jesus loves Deerfoot in winter and whitesnakes […]
