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.
folk music
Fuck Nashville
Dedicated to all those songwriters who’ve been written off, underestimated and overlooked. It’s for the outlaws, freaks, rebels, mutineers and renegade poets.
Turn on the radio
Country station playing crap
You can keep your country hip hop
And your cowboy rap
Chasing trends
Chasing dreams
Everyone trying to be
The next big thing
It’s all flash and flare
Manufactured stars
Songs spit shined and sold
Just like used cars
Ya heard it in a song
Swore it’s’ written just for you
Pedal Steel crying
Voice ain’t pretty, but it’s true
Heard it at the Ryman
And the Grand Ole Opry
You’ll know it when you hear it
Cause it sounds like country
These days, I swear
Johnny Cash couldn’t get a record deal
That’s why I’m here to say
Fuck Nashville
This towns built on music
Child of gospel and blues
Country music is simple
Three chords and the truth
Call me old fashioned
Say I’m an old fool
Cause I still play Merle
Guess that makes me old school
I’m headed back home
This town don’t care for me
Play my music on my front porch
With my friends and family
Turn on the radio
Country music, is this what I get?
Every song sounds the same
Different twang, same old shit
Heard it at the Ryman
And the Grand Ole Opry
You’ll know it when you hear it
Cause it sound like country
These days, I swear
George Jones couldn’t get a record deal
That’s why I’m here to say
Fuck Nashville
You Said You Loved Me (but I think you lied)
Sweet Memories
She puts his dinner on the table
When they’re thru he washes up the plates
After fifty odd years
Ya learn to give more than you take
She lies in bed reads her magazines
He falls asleep right in his chair
She calls him to bed
He falls up those stairs
How many days
Make up a life
Pulls down the shade
Gives a goodnight kiss to his wife
Baby can’t you see
You’re the better part of me
With our love
We made babies
And gave to me
Such sweet memories
She plants her autumn tulips
He mows his summer lawn
She dusts photos on the bureau
Wonders where the times has gone
Love ain’t like a Hollywood movie
Can’t be captured in a country song
It’s simple as saying sorry
in spite of who was wrong
They move in circles
Shared a bed of dreams
They take their walks in the woods
Another winter gives birth to spring
Baby can’t you see
You’re the better part of me
With our love
We made a family
And gave to me
Such sweet memories
Johnny Lewis
A song about a preacher with mixed emotions and conflicting priorities. Hypocrisy is a bitter pill to swallow. Written in a humors fashion but contains a good life lesson.
Shuck My Corn, I’ll Peel Your Spuds
A couple new original songs. An elixir of folk, country and blues, blended and served with some funny lyric’s.
Rants, Raves and Random Thoughts 