There are campfire legends that the plainsmen spin of a man who was nothing like Paladin. Couldn’t ride, couldn’t shoot, but he won his fame ‘cause every thing he said said backwards (backwards… backwards…) was the same. Palindrome, Palindrome, what’s in a name Palindrome, palindrome, backwards the same

I’ve finally organized my mp3 collection on my work computer, and so I’ve been able to more efficiently listen to my collection of Riders in the Sky songs. The above is from the most excellent Ballad of Palindrome. Listen to it yourself, and if you like it, search out their albums for your own collection.