The Wanting

Never Alone Always Lonely

Someday When I'm Old

There’s arsenic in the soil
so much my yogi up in Chicago
rinses farm-fresh kale in cheap beer.
Might I suggest: alcohol isn’t the answer
to the problem you got here.

The post office is shutting down
never thought I’d see the day.
Got a thousand pounds of stamps
I’ve gotta unload today.

I’ve got a friend who swears Facebook’s stalking her;
who knows—maybe that’s true.
They’re probably stalking me too

Pass the rifles, pass the beer.
Pass the rifles, pass the beer.

The kingdom’s falling down,
we’re gonna lose the crown
for the people, for my country,
for my honor

Rodney King should’ve made a fortune
but he's been dead for years
People—if we can’t get along,
what are we defending here?

Pass the rifles and the beer,
pass the rifles and the beer,
pass the rifles and the beer…

Rifles and Beer

Ain't nothin fair in life these days.................

Glory Days (1)

Put Yourself In My Shoes

Where Are You Now

We Get By

Pearl Snaps

Adobe Sessions

What Else is New

Hard Times and White Lines

Carryin' On

What Else is New

Cody Jinks