Singer Songwriter

Democracy Lost

Billionaires paying no taxes
The presidents a felon
When he opens his mouth
There’s a rat you’ll be smelling
The truths a lie
Lies are facts
When listening to
That Fox news crap
4 more years
Of crazy drama
Republicans suckling Trump
Likes he’s their mama
Spewing hate and division
Gaining power like Hitler 
Selling his brand
To the highest bider
America, America
What a shame
The experiment failed
Only ourselves to blame
No one spoke up 
When they came for you and me
Now there’s no one left
To save our liberty
Bezos, Zuckerberg 
And Elon Musk
Greed and money
In gold they trust 
Call themselves patriots
Saluting their king
Kissing his ass
Like it’s a gold ring
Disrespects women
‘and gets kinda pushy 
Say’s they can trust him
While he’s grabbing their #@%$
Hair colored orange
Replaces red white and blue
If ya piss on the constitution
He’ll pardon you
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Your Memories I Borrowed—A Freak Like Me

I was always hanging and trying to fit it. Trying to belong to something or be pert of something. I was awkward and weird and a lonely outsider…….. Kinda like today, if ya know what I mean.

I’m Gonna Treat Ya Like You’re Not My Wife

If you were my lover

I’d hold ya tight

But you ain’t my lover

You’re just my wife 

If you were my lover

I’d make ya moan and scream

But you’re not my lover

Who gets naked in my dreams

If you were my lover

I wouldn’t holler you wouldn’t bitch

But you’re not my lover

You no longer scratch my itch

If you were my lover

I’d take ya home

But you’re not my lover

So I’m sleeping alone

I’m gonna take ya on a date

I’m gonna treat ya right

I’m gonna treat like a girlfriend

I’m gonna treat ya like you’re not my wife

If you were my lover

I’d give ya hugs and kisses

But I’m not your lover

You’re not my mistress

If you were my lover

You’d be my fantasy

But you’re not my lover

What ya get is what ya see

If you were my lover

I’d take you to bed

But I’m not my lover

That’s what you said

If you were my lover

I’d ask you to marry me

But you’r not my lover

You’re already my wife ya see

I’m gonna take ya on a date

I’m gonna treat ya right

I’m gonna treat like a girlfriend

I’m gonna treat ya like you’re not my wife

Prodigal Son

You grew up

I grew old

We couldn’t see eye to eye

So we headed down separate roads

Tried to teach you 

Like my father taught me

To be brave and honest 

And nobody’s fool

I guess we all

Gotta make our own mistakes

I’ve made my share

Had to learn the hard way

Wherever you’re headed

I wish you well

Give it all ya got

Give-em hell       

Father and son

Man to man

Know this for sure

I’ll welcome you home again

You and me

A lot the same

A bit hard headed

Always different from the rest

Think things over

Be strong, have faith

Do this and I know 

You’ll find your way

Doesn’t matter who’s right

Lets make amends

I’ll let my guitar do the talking

Cause worlds fade in the end

I want you to remember

When my days are all done

I was your father

And you my prodigal son

Father and son

Man to man

When this world lets you down

I’ll welcome you home again

Love Is In The Small Things

I hold her hand

So nervous like the first time

She offers me a gentle smile

It hides a trace of pain

2 Days mean more

When they’e numbered

I can’t imagine my days Here 

Living without her

3 She use to make my meals

Use to mend my clothes 

Now there’s only shadows 

Where she made a small house our home

4 The sounds of laughing children

Once filled these empty rooms

The best of times in our life

We danced and laughed and struggled through

Those were the days

Even if we didn’t know it

Love is in the small things

Seldom seen and often go unnoticed 

1 She wants to walk in the garden

But her legs have grown weak

I help her to the window 

She shuffles her feet

2 Holding hands in silence 

Siting in the setting sun (ya see)

Love doesn’t belong 

Only to the young

3 Sunday drives in the country

Picnics by the lake

It doesn’t seem that long ago

But time moves on, refuses to wait

4 Whispers a Hail Mary

Tells me there’s angel circling

She can hear them calling

Calling her name

5 I kiss her forehead, and say

If you must go, I understand

What will I do without my sweetheart

Who I shared my life, hand in hand

Those were the days

Even if we didn’t know it

Love is in the small things

Seldom seen or noticed