I recently watched The History of the Eagles on the tube and my first thought was, "Boy am I glad I was in the Calhoon Brothers." There weren't as many groupies or as much cocaine in Las Cruces as there was in LA, but the food was much better and the hassles far less mean-spirited. Maybe it was the big bucks that made their lives so much harder than ours.
There haven't been very many albums better than Desperado and this is one of my favorite songs from it.
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