Name: The Dead Eye Scrolls by Franklin County Coding Company
Duration: 3 min 17 s
Description: A man watches as his wife becomes self-absorbed through self-development.

🎶 please make more, what an amazing song ❤️

Brother Through The Phone

OLD FREINDS

We all remember our dad’s old truck. The sound of the engine, the feel of the bench seat, and the stories built along the way. This song is a tribute to those good times, the lessons we learned, and the roads that shaped us. “Dad’s Old Truck” is a nostalgic country rock track that takes you back to where it all began.

Dad's Old Truck

Drinking For Three (Marvin Shelton)

[VERSE]
We used to park down by the shore, in the tall grass
Your feet up on the dashboard, footprints on the glass
Those memories take hold, and never let me go!

[CHORUS]
I ain't stopping at one, I need more than two
It's the only way, I won't think about you
A six pack or more, sitting at the lake
Hell, I might need a keg, as much as it's gonna take
This is for my truck, my dog and me. 
Yeah, I'm drinking for three

[VERSE]
You always were the first person, that he'd run to
The second that you walked in, he was all over you
He won't chase a ball no more, or even get off the porch!

[CHORUS]
I ain't stopping at one, I need more than two
It's the only way, I won't think about you
A six pack or more, sitting at the lake
Hell, I might need a keg, as much as it's gonna take
This is for my truck, my dog and me. 
Yeah, I'm drinking for three

[BRIDGE]
I don't even want to cast a line
I guess you've out fished me...,
for the last time!

[Instrumental]

[CHORUS 2]
I didn't stop at one, not even two
By the way, I'm still thinking 'bout you
A six pack or more, sitting at the lake
Hell, I might need a keg, as much as it's gonna take 
This is for my truck, my dog and me. 
Yeah, I'm drinking for three
Ever since the day you up and left me,... I've been drinking for three

Drinking For Three (uptempo)

I think my girlfriend’s an alien.  Randal Baker.wav

How I Like My Women

This is the opening track of My Goggles, an album of songs built from the truths that have shaped my life. This one’s about perspective—how each of us sees the world through the lens of our own life experience. I call those lenses “goggles.”

I used to think there was one truth, one right way to see things. But life taught me different. When I can look past someone else’s goggles, I almost always end up seeing a little bit of myself in them. That shift—from judgment to understanding—changed everything for me. This song is my way of passing that truth along.

"Just remember… your goggles color what you see."

Written and produced by Brook Stanley.
Music created and performed by Hal Bishop and The Scout Line—a music group created in the studio by TopMedia.ai, blending real Southern storytelling with AI music tools.

All vocals on this track are AI-generated using TopMedia.ai. We describe vocal style using creative prompts (e.g., “gritty,” “female country,” “male rock.”), but we do not select or control the underlying TopMedia.ai model. Any resemblance to real artists is unintentional, and we have no knowledge of the source data used to generate these voices.
This track is offered for non-commercial use only.
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🎧 Caption:

“The truth ain’t fixed. Ain’t just one way to be.”


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🏷️ Tags:

Brook Stanley, Americana, Folk, Acoustic, Life Lessons, Perspective, Forgiveness, Healing, Southern Songwriting, Porch Philosophy, TopMedia.ai, Hal Bishop and The Scout Line, Acoustic Truth, First Person Narrative, AI Music

Goggles

A man watches as his wife becomes self-absorbed through self-development.

The Dead Eye Scrolls

Heat like a hammer, sky’s cuttin’ sideways,  
Crickets yell louder than them interstate highways.  
We’re draggin’ ice and home-cooked pride,  
Where the laughs hit fast and the rules just slide.  
 
Porch ain’t quiet, yard’s full of flash,  
What we call slow might still burn past.  
Ain’t no plan, just heart and fire—  
We’re livin’ wide and ridin’ higher.  

South Bound — where the rhythm runs deep,
Every night’s loud and every soul speaks.
If you feel it, you feel it, you don’t slow it down—
We don’t back up when we’re South Bound! 
 Yeah! South Bound — turn it up and tear it down!

Ain’t no filter, no polished line,  
Just bug-zappin’ truth and a moonshine sign.  
We dance in the headlights, howl in the creek,  
Let the music talk when words get weak.  
 
Songs in the timber, sweat on the glass,  
This kinda fire wasn’t built to pass.  
Simple’s real, and real don’t fade—  
Down here, we mean what we say.  

South Bound — thunder in the tallgrass heat,
Red clay hearts and calloused feet.  
Let it fly, let it rise, let it spin around— 
Raise your life up South Bound!  

We ain’t chasin’ gold, we’re drinkin’ the rain,  
And singin’ like saints with a little bitta stain.  
There’s glory in the mess, and grit in the sound—  
When we shout that name, the whole world pounds.  

“Hey! You Feel That  Fire Comin’?”

South Bound — heart full of gasoline,
Hands in the air like a six-string dream! 
If it’s truth, if it’s loud, if it shakes the ground— 
That’s South Bound! That’s South Bound!  
Yeah! South Bound — raise it high and lay it down.


SOUTHBOUND

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Great heartwarming Story ,Great Emotional Feelings

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The Dead Eye Scrolls

Franklin County Coding Company

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