A song about farm life, the stories my father has told me over the years and my childhood experiences growing up in a country that has seen its unfair share of difficulties and breakdowns. Zimbabwe and its beautiful people will forever have a place in my heart. Thank God I'm a country boy!

Country Boy (Original)

Knockin' On Heavens Door (Bob Dylan cover)

Highway Out of Town (Original)

"I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight or racism and war that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become a reality. I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word." - Martin Luther King, Jr.

Well it has been forty years now
You still carry your hatred then you'll carry the heat from hell
Whose day is it?

Change is in the red dawn
It's in the heart of us and innocent are the hearts of the newborns
Whose day is it?

My brother wants me shot down
But if I kill him now I know his son won't live to grow up strong
Whose day is it?

We got to pull ourselves together
Find a way to live a life much better than this
And stop caring about whose day it is

We got to pull ourselves together
Find a way to live a life much better than this
And stop caring about whose day it is

Battles that we just won't end
We have to let them go for the future belongs to our children
Whose day is it?

The fighting has been on for too long
I'm missing teeth I'm missing sympathy something must be wrong
Whose day is it?

I'll end it now for the truth
But I'll only carry through if you want this all over with too
Whose day is it?

We got to pull ourselves together
Find a way to live a life much better than this
And stop caring about whose day it is

We got to pull ourselves together
Find a way to live a life much better than this
And stop caring about whose day it is

A handshake won't solve a war
But it's a damn good start for love to start small than nothing at all
Whose day is it?

I'll stand up for you my brother
It's taken us a while to get here but we found our peace in the end
And stopped caring about whose day it was
And stopped caring about whose day it was
And stopped caring about whose day it was
And stopped caring about whose day it was

Brad Marriott