She’s throwing stones


In the southern comfort
found around the summer
you came from down a lonely road
without a name
your eyes they shined a blue
that made me wonder what you knew
about the places
broken hearts go in the rain

But now tonight I’m feelin’ like
that southern comfort
and as your eyes
I’m feelin’ blue
cause I’m alone
what did I do to turn
your precious heart against me?
I wonder why you never shy
from throwin’ stones

Did I leave you
in the clouds of feelin’ lonely?
I never seen us walkin’
down this kinda road
but on the ground
below your feet
I see the gravel…
those kinda rocks
are gonna hurt me
when they’re thrown

Now darlin perfect ain’t the name
my mama gave me
and when you picked me up
you found a rollin’ stone
but if you lose me
in the gravel
don’t forget me…
my heart of glass
don’t stand a chance
with throwin’ stones ©



Angels falling in the rain


the night is dark and lonely here
she walks away in those pretty shoes
her feet hold up my everything
grace I could never lose…
her eyes before my own reflected
such a day of pretty pain
but the world could end
when I least expect it
if I lost her in the rain

A ship could sink on bars of sand
with halo’s over sea and land
the nightingales don’t understand
and never sing the same…
but she ain’t about fragility
my melodic princess feeds the flame
even angels shining brilliantly
fall down in pouring rain

the couple of years I’ve got her on
don’t make me brighter
right or wrong
she knows the words to every song
I’m playing in my mind…
there’s only one she doesn’t know
my hearts the beat
the words her name
a song to keep my angel safe
from fallin’ in the rain ©


A cowboy writes his songs for you


It’s in the nights I know the tears
come swimming down you’re feeling blue
I find the time when I’m alone
to write some lovin’ words for you

I know she tipped her hat and smiled
while runnin’ wild she made you blue
but don’t you cry my little cow girl
a cowboy writes his songs for you

remember each and every time
she crossed a line to bring you down
that you’ll be fine this hand of mine
will add a line to lift your frown

and darlin’ I would rather die
then see you cry my baby blue
all she had was hurtful words
a cowboy writes his songs for you

it makes ya’ sad and gets ya’ down
and honey it’s so wrong to do
but don’t forget my every line
will stop the cryin’ she brings ya to

it makes ya’ mad and keeps ya’ strong
but don’t belong in love that’s true
cause honey she’s got hurtful words
a cowboy writes his songs for you ©

All Love Leads Home


She stays north of Kentucky
always south of my skin
where she sleeps like an angel
under stars that pretend
like they don’t have a reason
and they wouldn’t be mine
if I’m holding her hand
with that look in her eyes
she doesn’t just see me
in a shade that she shows
she’s bout ninety degrees
even with my eyes closed
and it’s making me warmer
she’s my comfort within
her loves drivin’ me home
when three sheets hit the wind
and I couldn’t forget her
she’s the road that leads home
it’s her lovin’ in me
makin’ me not alone
its the eyes like her mama
and a walk like a child
in her smile I found reason
to just stay here awhile ©

Outside the walls of Camp Lejeune

Tonight he watched her dance along
into the skies of amber June
a daddies eyes are never wrong
the strings of heart are perfect tuned
he softly whispered “don’t forget me”
the lights were on in every room
the winds were blowing through the hickory
outside the walls of camp

a wise man knows no better wisdom
than the kind he’s never sold
sometimes the lips that used to kiss him
conceal the lies he once was told
and things go on beyond the history
that don’t get written down as soon
like the wells beneath the hickory
outside the walls of Camp Lejeune

a contribution to his country
a glass of water by his bed
the nights of love beneath old glory
six weeks of hell and war ahead
and semper fi is more than soldiers
he watched her die in that empty room
from the wells beneath the hickory
outside the walls of Camp Lejeune ©

i just can’t help it

I can’t help that I say funny things
it just heals me more than cryin’
and those country songs I love to sing
feel better to me than dyin’

Can’t help that I can’t help myself
walkin’ like I’m trying to run
forgetting my boots and untying my roots
spinnin’ clocks with no socks in the sun

I still know where I came from
and these cuts on my toes
they remind me of highways
of kin that I’ve known
and chances of blood stain
only ruins my socks
what’s the meaning of making me
so cut from the rocks?

But if you ever come this part of town
or past the mail box it’s ok
to spin a match stick from your gown
then twirl around to light my day
I need to feel you taste my own
tomorrows smiles from where you’ve been
a touch perfected bone to bone
the breath of walkin’ skin on skin

But for now I can’t help it
and don’t really regret it
maybe some day we meet
and you can’t help but smile
I can’t help who life made me
or forget the artist that gave me
His canvass of mile after mile ©

I ain’t long for this old world

I ain’t long for this old world
I’m done tasting my own tears
a desperado can’t chase love

with life in prison facing years
 if you see me walk alone
outside those bars I’m hidin’ in
an empty house replaced my home
a women’s heart replaced by sin

and I ain’t long for this old world
because its left me lost my dear
without a way to carry on 
love that’s never disappeared
cause there ain’t nothing goin’ right
without her love I’m livin’ wrong
and I don’t even need the lights
to see I’m not where I belong     

I ain’t long for this old world
I’ve longed to lay beside her here
without a bottle by the bed
without becoming my worst fear
my buddies tell me to be strong
but I’ve been running like a deer
from words I’ve written in a song…
without her love it won’t be long ©