Bungalow 8 at the Joshua Tree Inn in the high desert in southern California is the room where Gram Parsons spent his last night. It is rumored that anyone who sleeps there will wake up at 4am, as I did, on the dot. I lay awake and thought of his songs and of his voice and wondered if he was thinking of me, sleeping in his bed.
'Won't you scratch my itch, sweet Annie Rich
And welcome me back to town
Come out on your porch or step into your parlor
And I'll tell you how it all went down
Out with the truckers and the kickers
and the cowboy angels
And a good saloon in every single town
Oh, I remembered something you once told me
And I'll be damned if it did not come true
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
And they all led me straight back to you.'