Day: June 3, 2025

It's a motorcycle drive by Baby, dry your kind eyes I think it's about time we headed home Walking on such tight rope, with my damn high hopes Country boys don't die alone Reading poetry under shade trees That woman, she's my baby I will be in Richmond by tonight With so much shame inside...

This labor I've been doing ain't got no reason or rhyme And I can't hardly wait for it to finally be quittin' time And I've been pushing steel through a run down rust belt plant And I can't wait to head on home, so I can take my gal to dance How I'll take my...

There's this flash I get often, a fever dream or a vision of sorts Most times late at night And I haven't found out why, but I know exactly why I'm on this road, and I hear gravel underneath me, and I feel it too And I don't know where I am, but I know...

You in the morning time Reminds me of the summertime And any time that ain't right now Seems to be a waste of time The way the grass fills hills of the holler And the sun gives in to the crescent moon Well I'm giving in tomorrow Making love in the afternoon 'Cause when you...

Break me down and beat me blue There ain't a beauty on the planet coming close to you In the harsh heat of summer or a cool crisp fall I'd rather be ruined by you than be loved at all Well my chest-talking, jaywalking, Levi jean queen I've been everywhere, I swear, and you're the...

Take my soul, take my heart Tear me apart If I'm good for anything It's all of this suffering So use me for parts To you I'm just salvage I ain't ran right in years So drive me then gut me Deceive and fuck me Then disappear Take all my jokes And tell them to...

One, two, one two three four Lonely, lonely troubadour, I know that you've been here before But there ain't no cure for a restless man If you came to run from your bad reputation Of sleeping wherever you land What state you in tonight, and did you get into a fight? Are you more drunk...

When I grab me by the hand, you hesitate With the subtle inclination to tell a man straight Your sister was a savior and your mother is a saint Sometimes a woman is the sum of all the things her father ain't But men are just the sum of all the things their mothers did...

Well I heard you died out in Cheyenne With my mother's ring on your hand A note in your pocket Said "I'll love you till I die" I can hear the bulls are coming To claim what they've been hunting The son of a cowboy Came to claim his daddy's right And my baby, she's...

Jet trails cut across a Winthrop County sky That's why I reckon Sunday is a good day to die There's a beautiful black Gelding, and he's waiting there for me Pissed off and raising neck hairs out in chute number three Last night they were pulling pints of pesky Pendleton Snuck away from the fire,...