From his songs you hear he’s seen mesas and flatlands and pine; worked factories, on truck routes, and old sewage lines. He was a bank teller, a teacher, a sheet metal worker, an editor, delivered mail, managed a gas station, and planted tulips. For seven years he wrote songs.
Then he found a job he really liked, and wrote. But not songs. For 30 years, he earned a living and raised a family. When he retired, he picked up the guitar and wrote songs. For seven years.
Maybe there’s another seven years down the road.