Freddy was the genuine article. A real Texan. No pretense--what you saw was what you got--nothing artificial as is the case with far too many artists and entainers. It was simple melodic music that somehow reached and reverberated in the marrow of my bones. His sincerity provided the magic, I believe. I hope someone in his family will write a book telling about his life, his work in the fields, his service in the Marines, his family, his views on life, and how he came up with so many memorable songs. I always enjoyed his music very much but it never made me cry--until today when I listened to Until the Next Teardrop Falls. God bless the family and friends that he leaves behind. May Freddy rest in peace on "the other side."