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 ©

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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. ©

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. ©