Written and Recorded in 2003 as a tribute to the crew (and parents of the crew) of the Space Shuttle Columbia.

Face of God (STS-107)

My wife wrote this after the Parkland High School Shooting.  Not the happiest song.

Stiff Drink And A Prayer

A song from the Law Firm of Hutson & Harris, in support of the McLennan County ADR Center.

Let's Get It Over - (Mediation Song)

The Third Engine's A Charm

Christmas Wednesday

Verse:

My back is wrecked, and it cracks at the dawn   
Shake out my boots...put the kettle on        
Push thru the hurt...my word is my bond.     
...given to Daddy, 11 years on      
...it was given to Dad, he's 11 years gone    


Verse:
I's raised right here, in the "remember when,"
If you're from here, then we're probably kin
From a restless child to a rebellious teen,
...To a worn out old man, a whole world unseen,
...I'm a tired old man, a whole world I ain't seen.

Verse:
Triumphs and failures have all happened here,
Working this land we've owned all these years,
Kept in the family through blood, sweat and Fear,
Of one terrible promise that rings in my ears,
A terrible word given through tears.


Verse:
Been fightin the banks and the floods and the fires
Every hour, every minute, just a little more tired
Used up and angry, heart full of barbed wire
Bitter for living a dead man's desire
I'm bitter, I'm living stuck in the mire

Verse:
Don't know for sure when we die, where we go,
If I broke the promise, would he even know?
With Ma gone last spring, and Daddy just bones,
This place feels a lot like a ghost of my home,
The old place just feels like a ghost of my home

Bridge:
Promises Made, and Promises Kept
Wish that I could, but I cannot forget 
The words that I swore, as he took his last breath
Not knowing they'd lead to a life of regret
Not knowing they'd bleed through everything yet   

solo:

Verse:
My back is wrecked, and it cracks at the dawn
Shake out these thoughts...put the kettle on,
"Take care of this place" ... well my word is my bond
Given to Daddy, 11 years on
Given to dad, he's 11 years gone.

Promises Made

A song written by 2 lawyers about the (legal ) danger of cannabis edibles in Texas.  Any amount of an edible in Texas is a felony.

Pot Brownies

I'm a middle-aged lawyer in Texas whose greatest musical accomplishments are my kids.  Sometimes they let me record them.

Chris Harris & Others