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Some call it pride. I call it joy.
I go outside and I enjoy
All those things that grow.
There in my yard, there in the ground, there in the place I
Planted. Watch ‘em come up
Watch ‘em reach for the sky.
As far as I know, the flowers that grow
Wouldn’t have a chance at all.
Unless I got down and dug in the dirt
It’s my shovel, rain and sun and God.
Give me the dirt, give me the rain, give me the sun, and I’ll
Grow ‘em, sometimes it hurts, but it’s a pain that
Feels good deep inside.
I like to watch my flowers grow, I like to watch them
Shine.
Watch ‘em reach for the sky.
As far as I know, the flowers that grow
Wouldn’t have a chance at all.
Unless I got down and dug in the dirt
It’s my shovel, rain and sun and God.
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Wood and steel
Under pressure
Vibrate at comforting tones
Every fiber
Every filament
Resonate deep in my bones
Pretty faces
Ugly features
All in the ears and the heart
Bending metal
Bloody fingers
Tearing my soul apart
And I will make you sing
The song that’s inside me
Yes I will make you bring
The light so all can see
I can see
How you tremble
Wanting the masters touch
I can feel
Expectation
Sometimes it’s all too much
And I will make you sing
The song that’s inside me
Yes I will make you bring
The light so all can see
Don’t you fret
Oh I’ll bet
I’ll put you to bed in a while
But for now,
I will make you sing
The song that’s inside me
Yes I will make you bring
The light so all can see
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My Dad’s guitar
Sits in his living room
By his chair
Always there
Six string classical
Yamaha G-231
Cedar top, mahogany sides
He can play it anytime
I remember
All the lullabies
But a different kind
Is what was on his mind
Light my Fire
And the House of the Rising sun
Put my brother and me to bed
Chill version instead
My dad’s guitar
Is what I’m playing now
So the songs he brings
Can be the ones I sing
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Old Man Whiskey
Old man whiskey,
Swear he’ll ease yo’ mind
Take away yo’ burdens
Leave yo’ cares behind
Wetted whistle evenings
Make you feel so alive
But when daybreak come
Got daggers behind your eyes
Slurring out your secrets
Feeling ten feet tall
What’s the good in walking
If you’re crawlin’ you never fall
Sipping amber fire
Burning through the night
Just because you’re loud
Don’t mean you’re right
Slow down, you heard it before
Drooling’ on the steps,
And she’s done locked the front door
You know you could throw a rock
But the cool of the pavement is nice,
Tonight
Someone oughta tan your hide
Gettin’ real tired of the slow mo’ suicide
That ol’ man whiskey
Comin’ for your life.
Old man whiskey,
Promise you the sun
In the heat of Summer
Damn sure ain’t much fun
He ain’t give you lovin’
But never don’t wanna leave
Better let him go
Fo’ ya drown in that amber heat
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Soft eyes that groove, I wanna dance now
stitched dress looks hot, I've gone mad
slick shoes that talk, you'll take the last bow
hungry for more, I look so sad
so sad I want you more
its you that I adore
I really love my Buick
I really love my Buick
You wanna go lets do it
I wanna drive my Buick
Smooth touch, I think I'll find my way down
I'm lost, but you show the way
Can't breathe, I think, I think I might drown
You are the art, I have to say
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released March 18, 2024
