On the corner of salvation, two blocks away from raisin’ hell

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You know that I’ve looked in on you
since the day that you were born
trouble seems to be about the only name
your mama calls me every morn’
like the rose outside your window pane
she’s the peddles and I’m the thorn
every time I drive away the rain
she gives you shelter from the storm

And it ain’t easy being lonely
to know I gave you a broken home
my little angel whispers softly
praying her daddy’s not alone
in her heart there’s no relation
between the peddles and the smell
and the thorns outside salvation
two blocks away from raisin’ hell

Darlin’ love will find us a better way
I see the weather in your eyes
the storm that’s blowin’ down your fences
ain’t supposed to be what makes you cry
you can see that I’m unshaven
and where I live don’t treat me well
on the corner of salvation
two blocks away from raisin’ hell  ©




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Who’s gonna fill your shoes ? In loving memory of George Jones

I almost stopped my truck today
emotion started showin’
be
tween mandarin groves 

and country roads that
knew where I was goin’
I drove down to the riverside

just to see the water flowin’
and took a ride to my garden
afraid to find it wasn’t growin’  

The voice that sang those lovin’ songs
that got me on my feet again
and
helped my heart to carry on
through darker times of lovers sin
the only one who understood
the greatest cure for broken love
in Beulah land he’s singin’ songs
to comfort cowboys up above

Today he shook his daddies hand
and gave a kiss to his dear mother
imagine all the country greats
takin’ stages with each other

a sold out tour for lonely hearts
departed from the one back home
even the
 angels cry bein’ kept apart
from the love they called their own

Every morning with a bamboo cane
a deck of cards and a jug of muscadine
on the bayou watching a 
bobber dance
where
he’s no longer doin’ time

He taught me how to dream
and stay the way I am
while he got stoned on a women’s love
I tip my hat to the man
smiling down on us
from
his window up above

Rest in peace Mr. Jones ©

You save my life

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I didn’t need a song today
bout money or a car
I went without
computer beats
and midi track guitars

When I was lonesome in the night
I held your records in my hand
a country tune that kept me warm
I hope my heroes understand

You saved my life today

In a moment when I had nothing left to save
I just wanted to thank you
for the healing that you gave

And it may not even see the charts
or all the money killing hopeful dreams
but a tune from Jamey Johnson’s heart
was all that brought me down the stream

I just needed to thank you. ©

She’s some kinda Pony

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We rode away at dawn today
I held her mane of amber strands
my fingers gripped like hour glasses
that grasp at grains of sand
and even as I let her go
a sunrise glow had left me blind
to find a reign or lasso
and rope the wind that wasn’t mine

She’s a beautiful mare
she’s some kind of pony
with the wind in her hair
and a back that can hold me
any night she’s not there
another night finds me lonely
living some kind of prayer

but she’s some kind of pony

She’s the best of me
the only part that
isn’t tryin’ to kill me
she’s a gallop in my heart
still
changing what we never will be
every time it rains
until it dries
she wipes her memory from my eyes
her
graceful canter in the sand
a love that slipped my gripping hands

She’s a beautiful mare
she’s some kind of pony
with the wind in her hair
and a back that can hold me
running circles out there
starry nights when I’m lonely
I send my love out a prayer
cause she’s some kind of pony ©

All I’ve got are words

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I wanna play guitar like Hank tonight
and speak my heart like Waylon sings
Blowin’ wind between the exit signs
of vocal chords and guitar strings

So you could hear my love in every room
that hides in words I’ve written down
A setting sun without guitar strings
Sings lovin’ songs
without a sound

I wanna sing to guitar melodies
you’d hear my love songs
far from home
on every stage from here to Tennessee
through shiny pickups made of chrome

And on the road I’d write in harmony
of spinning wheels and tuned guitars
I’d put some miles between your memories
on a silver eagle with the stars. ©

I played him “on the road again”

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A broken down train
sitting still cross the track
between my home
and the places I’ve been
and my mind rambles back
to a place that it goes
Grandpa played Willie nelson
and we traveled the roads

On the way through Kentucky
he had me listen to Waylon
and Hank Jr. was singin’
about a few rowdy friends
but not a tune I recall
can bring back miles that we ran
half as good as
Ol’ Willie singin
“On the road again”

As we drove up the roads
between words and our home
I rode with grandpa and Jones
and his friends
but nothing brings back the memories
all the hills and the bends
of
 my hero beside me
singin’ “on the road again”

It’s been so many miles
since I sat next to grandpa
and I watched
the good Lord take his hand
but I’ll never forget the last song with my hero
we could hear Willie Nelson
singin“on the road again” ©

Records I Love


They come or they go
the singers and bands
melody in the memory
harmonies played by hand
a dusty old peach crate
forever holds sounds
loving memories we’ve tasted
as the vinyl spins round
not a groove ever wasted
in the places we travel
stylus finds every scratch
2 gram balance of friends
on the threads we unravel
from the highways within
Vinyl grooves that we follow
sometimes scratched without gloves
find the gravel from defects
on the tracks I most love ©