Beer For Breakfast

Blood Red Hands (2024, David W Litwin)
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Verse 1
EMT, Bobby’s first night out,
Barely knew what life’s about.
That night would change his life.

4 a.m., traffic call,
Glass and chaos covered all.
He walked up to her car that night.

Her blood-red hands couldn’t hide,
The metal that had pierced her side.
He rushed in and said, “You’ll be all right.”
She looked at him with peaceful eyes,
Said, “I’m about to leave this life.

Pre Chorus
Please tell my family that I love them.
We’ll be together when…
I’ll be waiting at the gate.”
Then she looked at him and said,
“Are you certain you’ll see me again?”

Chorus
She passed with a breath,
The brightest smile upon her face.
It was a sight he’d never forget,
And a question he just couldn’t shake.
He found himself staring at his life,
Wishing he’d been like the woman that night—
With eyes of peace,
And blood-red hands.

Verse 2
He thought about the man he’d heard of in Sunday School,
But the world told him, “That’s for fools.
There’s better things to do with your time.”

They said, “You’re stronger; you don’t need that crutch.”
But now none of that mattered much,
‘Cause that woman had something
He’d never found.

Pre Chorus
Then he remembered that Good Old Book,
The one his grandma gave—a second look.
He turned the page and read again,
Of a man with blood-red hands.
Verse 3
His blood-red hands couldn’t hide,
The sword that pierced his side.
But He looked out at the angry crowd,
While they mocked and jeered, hateful and loud.
And said, “Father, forgive them,
For they know not what they do.
Tell this world that I love them,
And I’ll be waiting for them with you.

Final Chorus
He passed with a breath,
The brightest smile upon his face.
It was a sight the world could never forget,
And a love Bobby couldn’t shake.
He found himself staring at his life,
And kneeling down, he prayed that night—
To the man of peace,

Blood Red hands

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Riding through dust with the saddle worn thin,
Chasing the night where the shadows begin.
Cattle low softly, the coyotes cry,
Stars mark the trail through a moonlit sky.

Hat pulled down as the cold winds moan,
Ghosts of the prairie won’t leave me alone.
The weight of the past in my leathered reins,
Searching for peace in the endless plains.

I’m taking the long way home,
Through rivers wild and canyons unknown.
Every mile sings like a prayer I’ve sown,
I’m taking the long way home.

Echoes of gunfire still ring in my ears,
Old debts unpaid and the trail lined with fears.
Whiskey can’t wash all the sins from my soul,
But I keep on riding—this heart won’t fold.

I’m taking the long way home,
Through rivers wild and canyons unknown.
Every mile sings like a prayer I’ve sown,
I’m taking the long way home.

Thunder rolls low as the storm draws near,
The wind hums songs only cowboys hear.
Through dust and fire, I’ll ride alone,
But I’ll never quit till I’m home.

I’m taking the long way home,
Through rivers wild and canyons unknown.
Every mile sings like a prayer I’ve sown,
I’m taking the long way home.

The long way home
It’s where I belong.

The Long Way Home

I'm lucky to have a day job that lets me travel to historic downtowns and see the great work being done in this places as they are coming back to life.  Much of this album was inspired by this work.  The sound is inspired by my favorite country artist, Brad Paisley.

Life is Funny

Do you ever think back to the house you grew up in or the family who raised you? This song is about those moments—the warmth, the little routines, and the people who helped shape who we are. It’s a reflection on the love and lessons that still echo in our lives, long after we’ve moved on.

The Home That Raised Me

Most of it was Texas!
M. Shelton

[Verse 1]
Took a little road trip, they said, “ it’ll be fun”  
I headed down south.  One truck, and a couple buds
Crossed the Lone Star state line, ten miles in, stopped at a watering hole
There was a band onstage playing ol George Strait and, I saw a yellow rose
She was a Redhead cutie dancing by the bar. But her jealous ex-bo wasn't on my radar

[CHORUS 1]
It ain’t my fault. I’m in trouble with the law
Yeah, sure, I got caught.
I couldn’t resist her southern drawl
If you really wanna know where to place the blame, I tell ya, I been framed
Maybe I was reckless,
Most of it was Texas. 

[Verse 2]
Sitting in the courthouse, attorney said, “we’ll soon be done.
No need to worry, I know the judge. I’ll get ya out of here son"
I stood up when I heard “all rise”, I could not believe my eyes
Sitting up there on the bench, was a nametag, guess what it said
That good ol judge had the same last name, as that good ol boy I punched in the face…And I said...

[CHORUS 2]
It ain’t my fault, I’m in trouble with the law
Yeah, sure, I got caught. 
He swung first, everybody saw
If you really wanna know where to place the blame, I tell ya, I been framed
Maybe I was reckless,
Most of it was Texas!!

[Guitar and fiddle instrumental solo]

[BRIDGE]
Now that good ol girl from way back when, visits me in jail and dances again...

[CHORUS 3]
It ain’t my fault! I liked something that I saw
Yeah, sure I got caught, my little red head was worth it all
some of it, a lot of it, most of it was Texas
some of it, a lot of it, most of it…was Texas!! (TEXAS!!)

Most of it was Texas!

[Verse 1]
Got my pen out this morning
Writing you these words today
Been thinking 'bout that summer
When you packed and drove away
Oh the sun came up different
When your truck pulled out of sight
Never knew how good it'd feel
To wake up and see the light

[Chorus]
Dear darlin', thanks for leaving (oh yeah)
Best thing you ever did for me
Found my Rose down at the market
Now we're raising family
Dear darlin', thanks for leaving (thanks for leaving)
Life's been sweeter than before
Got two little angels running 'round
This old place we call our own

[Verse 2]
Remember how you'd always say
This town ain't big enough for dreams
Well honey, mine are blooming now
Like wildflowers by the creek
Rose laughs at all my stories
Kids chase fireflies at dusk
What you called "settling down"
Turned out to be enough

[Chorus]
Dear darlin', thanks for leaving (oh yeah)
Best thing you ever did for me
Found my Rose down at the market
Now we're raising family
Dear darlin', thanks for leaving (thanks for leaving)
Life's been sweeter than before
Got two little angels running 'round
This old place we call our own

[Bridge]
Hope you found what you were searching for
Out there in that great big world
While I found everything I needed
Right here with my country girls
(Right here with my girls)
[Steel Guitar Solo]

[Verse 3]
So here's to second chances
And the roads we didn't take
Sometimes what feels like losing
Is just life's lucky break
The cattle know their pasture
Kids know where they belong
Thank you for that lesson
Hope you hear this little song

[Chorus]
Dear darlin', thanks for leaving (oh yeah)
Best thing you ever did for me
Found my Rose down at the market
Now we're raising family
Dear darlin', thanks for leaving (thanks for leaving)
Life's been sweeter than before
Got two little angels running 'round
This old place we call our own

[Outro]
(Thanks for leaving, thanks for leaving)
This old place we call our own
(Oh yeah, oh yeah)
This old place we call our own

Dear Darlin', Thanks For Leaving

Peckerwoody has relented to record company pressure and has released the ballad, a tender love song about a one night stand in Atlanta that wasn't that great.

LYRICS
(C)2025 Ggreg Snyder

[Verse 1]
Met her in Buckhead on a Friday night,
Hotel neon casting soft red light.
Sweet tea and vodka in her painted hand,
Me with a craft beer, trying to understand.
She spoke of being an extra on Walking Dead,
And Bobbi Gentry songs running through her head.
I held my tongue when the talk got near,
Politics could spoil a view so clear.

[Chorus]
the prettiest girl I seen since I don't know when,
Sitting next to her, I got a yen.
But beauty can’t carry the weight of the bed,
When silence says more than the sounds she said.
She might be the prettiest I ever knew…
But pretty don’t always mean true.

[Verse 2]
She led me upstairs with a practiced grace,
A mirror of angels carved into her face.
The night was wrapped in a promise untold,
But promises fade when the truth grows cold.
Her body was flawless, like statues in Rome,
But marble’s not warm when you’re left alone.
She whispered rehearsed little sighs in the dark,
Like a mixtape skipping on the same old spark.

[Chorus]
the prettiest girl I seen since I don't know when,
Praise the lord for her body, then say amen.
But beauty can’t carry the weight of the bed,
When silence says more than the sounds she said.
She might be the prettiest I ever knew…
But pretty don’t always mean true.

[Bridge]
Lesson learned beneath hotel sheets,
Not every flame gives off the heat.
The brightest diamond sometimes dulls,
The fairest faces leave hearts half-full.

[Final Chorus]
the prettiest girl I seen since I don't know when,
On a scale of one to nine, she ranks a ten.
The night was a picture, but the colors bled,
When silence says more than the sounds she said.
She might be the prettiest I ever knew…
But pretty don’t always mean true.


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An Angel From Heaven

David W Litwin is an author, songwriter, artist, designer and inspirer. His vision is to produce powerful, inspiring songs that cause deep thought while entertaining and engaging.
Check out ON THE DRIVE HOME at: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/davidwlitwin/on-the-drive-home
My goal is garner a publishing deal and get these songs out into the world.

Blood Red hands

David W Litwin - Songwriter