This song was created in this recording. 
I was fooling around and decided to record the riff I was playing on my phone. It became one of those rare moments where I started coming up with lyrics to sing on the spot, and was able to maintain the flow.
Turns out to be one of my favorite tunes of my own!
Thank you for listening!

I Ain't Never (Seen Nobody Like You)

First attempt at Swing Low, which was always one of my favorite songs to hear my Mom or Grandmother sing.

6 Mins Of Swing Low by the Train Trax

St. James Infirmary

Nothing but the desert in front of me
Nothing but this dry rolling sea
The life I leave behind made a fool of me
Sweat, toil, betrayal; I've known misery
Keep in mind all I did I thought was right
Maybe too much drinking, maybe too much thinking
What can I say, Love, I'm cursed with hindsight?
What can I do to make things right?
I've come to a crossroad; there's no one there
No one to tempt me, no one will dare

Sometimes I feel like a dream
It seems that life will never come
Sometimes I feel as if I'm free
When my reality goes numb

Now I leave behind what's left of a life
I used to think was worth living
What's done is gone, and there's no one left of me
Just the sorrow of remembering
Sweet mama, don't make me cry
When I look into your eyes
And see nothing of what you meant to me
Another day goes by, passing like a silent sigh
A sigh for something that will never be
My heart is on line, but I know its past the time
Time for redeeming, time for forgiving

Why can't i forget what I've seen;
Let the world have its charm?
Why cant I shed these memories,
That she was ever in my arms?


Hindsight

Put your arms around me like the circle 'round the Sun;
I wanna love you Mama like my easy-rider done

Stealin'
Stealin'
Pretty Mama don't you tell on me
I'm stealin' back to my same ole used to be

I got a woman, she just my height and size
A married girl, come to see me sometimes

Stealin'...

Looked down that ole road, just as far as I could see
A man had my woman and the blues had me

How long, Baby, do I have to wait
Tell me, must I hesitate
When I'm Stealin'...

Stealin' (Back to My Same Ole Used To Be)

First I thought a snake had got me
It happened dreadful quick
It was a bullet that bit my leg
Right off I got sick
I came to in a wagon load
Full of wounded men
Five were dead by the time
We reached that bloody tent

Give me some of that soldier's Joy,
You know what I mean
I don't wanna hurt no more
My leg is turning green

The doctor came and he looked at me
This is what he said
"Your dancing days are done, son,
It's a good thing you ain't dead."
Then he went to work with a carving knife
Sweat fell from his brow
He bout killed me saving my life
When he dug that lead ball out

Give me some of that Soldier's Joy
Ain't ya got no more?
Hand me down my walking cane, boys
I ain't cut out for war

Red blood run right through my veins
Run all over the floor
Run right down his apron strings
Like a river out the door
He handed me a bottle said,
"Drink deep as you can."
Then he turned away,
And he turned right back
With a hack-saw in his hand...

Give me some of that Soldier's Joy
You know what I like
Bare down on that fiddle, boys
Just like Saturday night

Give me some of that Soldier's Joy
You know what I crave
I'll be drinking this Soldier's Joy
'Till I'm in my grave...

1864

Old Gunfighter on the porch
Staring into the Sun
Reliving the days
When it was living by the gun

He's standing in the street,
Checking the sun
Killed by a car
As he goes for his gun

Old Gunfighter

Ole Timey Spiritual with an Appalachian twang...

Swing Low Sweet Chariot

Give A Bone A Dog

Not In Nottingham

Transitional Neighborhood

Another Angel

D-Bone Franklin is known by many names: Jean-Claude Goddame Bruce Mohammed A-Lee, Wild Rebel Yell on the front line, Smooth Walkin', Honky Tonkin', Jukebox Sometimes-do, Sometimes-don't be Rockin', Field-chantin' John Henry Hamma-Swingin', Rugged, Rough, and Always a Long Time Gettin' Fashionably Late Ready, Fine Design Wine, Chasin' Mountain Whiskey Moonshine, Guitar been drinkin'--not me-- I have 2 guns, 1 for the each of ya shootin', Lookin' good without a shirt on wearin', Cherokee-Scotch-Chickasaw Southern Dixie Gentleman, Karate Choppin', Voodoo Too Spittin', chiseled from God Rock Mountain Specimen of a Man's Man Divine-Sapien...

Music that aspires to please the ear, explore the spirit and emotions within people, sometimes just feeling funky, diversify in multiple cultures, instruments, and languages; while weaving and fusing different genres within the Americana Roots--with a touch of sundry Folk Art traditions throughout the World--steeped in the sunny mint julep shine of a Dixie Summer.

Roots Americana is a genre that highlights, and pays tribute to, the tradition that is the American Experience, and the spirit of America that has produced art and music that changed the world. These songs can be new, old, newly arranged old, anything that is centered on any of the Root genres that is Americana.
There are many names: Blues, Rock, Country, Jazz, Folk, Bluegrass, Western, Roots, Americana...
Thank you for listening! I hope you enjoy some! 