A fun, lyric-driven song great for campfire sessions or, for the right artist, a bigger stage... "There Are No Fish In Iowa" -- available for recording! ... Contact its writer, Greg Halvorson, right here in Music City... And don't forget, there are 200 more where this came from! ... Thanks for listening, God bless, and keep pursuing, with molten PASSION, your dreams🤩.

"There Are No Fish In Iowa"

"This Ol' Thumb," a vagabond toe-tapper, appeals to the wanderlust and traveler in us all... Available for recording/publishing right here in Nashville.  Contact Greg any time.

"This Ol' Thumb"

A unique fusion of throwback Gospel sentiment and backroad country values, "Keepers of the Word" is a song with potential, a poem the right artist might, indeed, make a hit and ultimately challenge Michael Jackson's "Thriller" as the MOST SOLD song in all the wooooorld!!.  :)

"Keepers Of The Word"

Soulful... Add a little violin to this puppy, and you might have yourself a hit.

"I Hear That Lonely Whistle"

A fun, highly descriptive song expounding on the inherent grace, goodness, and general awesomeness of that cultural icon we know and love: the two - and ONLY two - dollar bottle of wine.

"Two Dollar Bottle Of Wine"

A tribute to honor John -- the great John Prine... Godspeed, ol' friend, till we meet again.

"Godspeed Old Friend" (*copywrite)

When I heard the news, it hit me hard
John Prine had died, it broke my heart
My old buddy, though we never met
Godspeed, my friend, you were the best

*The salt of the Earth, the sizzle in bacon
The dust on the road of a town forsaken
A little hayseed, a lot of kicked mule
Didn’t own a comb, never played no fool
Just a big ol’ goofy smile in a big ol’ goofy world
John Prine, gonna miss you, every note you pearled

Your smile was illegal in fifty states
But when the cops showed up, 
you wiped it from your face... 
Oh, it was still there, lingered like a duck
Don’t know what that means, guess I’m out of luck

Oh, there on the banks of Lake Marie,
the shadows look like blood on TV
I hope you saved your marriage
I know she broke your heart
Just like God broke mine, when yours wouldn't start

*The salt of the Earth, the sizzle in bacon
The dust on the road of a town forsaken
A little hayseed, a lot of kicked mule
Didn’t own a comb, never played no fool
Just a big ol’ goofy smile in a big ol’ goofy world
John Prine, gonna miss you, every note you pearled

How many barns did you storm?
How many angels kept you warm? 
How many flowers will we need
to honor your life, old friend, your deeds?

*Chorus

When I heard the news, it hit me hard
John Prine had died, it broke my heart
My old buddy, though we never met
Godspeed, my friend, you were the best

Godspeed, my friend, till we meet again. 😪❤️😞

"Godspeed, Old Friend"

Texas is big and it is awesome, and "West Texas," in some little way, captures that.  *copywrite, rights reserved

“West Texas" 

Out here in the big Texas sky, 
the world’s so big you cannot tell a lie 
The tumbleweeds roll and the mountains spin, 
and the Indian casino always wins  

You can die in your sleep or die with a rope, 
hanging ‘round your neck like a German pope 
Stop meditating, stop setting goals — 
that bank on the corner is backed by loans   

*This is West Texas, the river runs 
This is West Texas, godless love 
This is West Texas, gas and oil 
This is West Texas, sweat and oil   

There ain’t gonna be a happy ending, my friend 
I’ve seen this story time and again  
Down by the river where the Mexicans pray, 
there’s a little white cross on a little white grave  

Pump-jacks draw oil like blood 
from the heart of the Earth where the Brazos runs 
El Corazon on the side of a train —  
forty-seven nights and not a drop of rain   

*This is West Texas, the river runs 
This is West Texas, godless love  
This is West Texas, gas and oil 
This is West Texas, sweat and toil   

Down by the river where the Brazos runs, 
the little white haolies pull their guns  
No one panics when the sky turns mean 
West of Odessa everyone’s James Dean   

Out here in the big Texas sky, 
the world’s so big you cannot tell a lie 
The tumbleweeds roll and the mountains spin, 
and the Indian casino always wins  

This is West Texas…. This is West Texas… This is West... West Texas

"West Texas"

Ah, the quintessential Covid Classic...😷 Someone had to write it... So, with 1227 hours of free time on my hands, I did. 🧻😂🧻

*“Shelter in Place” *All rights reserved; song is copyrighted and registered.

Hello, I’m here to save the human race 
Relax, stay calm, shelter in place
Cover your mouth when you cough or sneeze
And, for the love of God, maintain six feet 

*Yeah, shelter in place, hunker down, 
flatten the curve, avoid downtown 
And if you’re concerned about t.p., 
I bought a thousand rolls — instant message me

Hello, I’m here to save the world,
don’t discriminate, boy or girl
Cover your mouth when you cough or sneeze
And, for the love of God, maintain six feet 

Respirators, surgical masks… Christmas gifts — did you have to ask?
Social distance, quarantines… Take out only — gonna order Chinese

*Yeah, shelter in place, hunker down, 
flatten the curve, avoid downtown 
And if you’re concerned about t.p., 
I bought a thousand rolls — instant message me

Sales are down for Corona beer
First I read that, I said, ‘Oh dear’
Left the house, bought a six-pack 
Then washed my hands when I got back 

*Yeah, shelter in place, hunker down, 
flatten the curve, avoid downtown 
And if you’re concerned about t.p., 
I bought a thousand rolls — instant message me

Act, act now...  instant message me

"Shelter In Place"

An old school elegy, "Whiskey Vocals" was inspired by Tanya Tucker, written with her - and her ilk -- in mind... Real Women, the Real Deals... Song is copyrighted and registered, and if you'd like to record it, contact me: Halvorsong on Facebook... Gchalv@gmail.com.   Thank you and God bless. 

Song is @Copyrighted and registered.

"Whiskey Vocals"

If whiskey didn't burn is a timeless ditty both fun and, like a couple of sips from the still, thought-provoking... If you like what you hear and would like to record, contact me... Until then -- enjoy the burn... Cheers.

~ GH

"If Whiskey Didn't Burn"

I'm a Nashville songwriter interested in bucking trends, resurrecting artistry, and returning soul to multiple musical genres... Red dirt, Gospel, bluegrass, folk...  I write across spectrums and present variety among my 200 (and counting) songs.

Lyrics (all "chordified")available... Will meet with anyone.  @gchalv@gmail.com