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

MY GRANDFATHER’S ARMS
Words & Music by Rhob Elliott
©1998, 2025 Awful Racket Music (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved

[Verse 1]
He smelled like old leather and sawdust and time
Wore flannel like armor and boots full of pride
With a voice like gravel and hands that could heal
He taught me what’s true and he showed me what’s real

[Pre-Chorus]
When the world felt too big, and I felt too small
He’d lift me up, like I’d never fall

[Chorus]
In my grandfather’s arms, the world made sense
I was safe in a storm, behind his defense
He didn’t say much, but his silence was kind
And I found more love than words could define
Now he’s gone, but somehow I’m calm
‘Cause I still feel home in my grandfather’s arms

[Verse 2]
He’d sit on the porch with his coffee and chair
Tell stories so simple, but they hung in the air
He didn’t chase money, never needed the fame
Said, “A good life is built on your word and your name”

[Pre-Chorus]
He’d hand me his coat when the cold settled in
And I swear, just like that, I’d feel whole again

[Chorus]
In my grandfather’s arms, the fear disappeared
Like the world slowed down when he pulled me near
He’d hum some old tune from a time long gone
But the feeling it gave me still lingers on
He’s a whisper now, not flesh and bone
But I still stand tall from my grandfather’s arms

[Bridge]
I carry his watch, and I wear his name
I’ve got his fire, running through my veins
And when I’m tired, or when life feels too hard
I remember the strength in his steady heart

[Chorus]
In my grandfather’s arms, I first learned to believe
In the quiet kind of love that never leaves
And when I hold my child and they look up at me
I hope they feel what he gave to me
He’s with me still, in soul and in calm
Yeah, I still live in my grandfather’s arms

[Outro]
He may be gone, but I know this much is true
His arms still guide me in all that I do
In my grandfather's arms



MY GRANDFATHER'S ARMS

MY GRANDFATHER’S ARMS

Old Whiskey Road

Who begs the question...do you believe what 'they' say? What is true? Who controls you?even sheep can turn on the dog

Who Do You Believe

Everyone believes what they hear on the news but refuse to look just a little bit deeper bacause its too hard.

In The Light

Mama told me he wore boots made of dust and fire…
Rode dreams instead of horses.
They called him outlaw…
But she called him love.

I was born beneath a foreign sun,
Far from the land where he used to run.
I never saw his face in light,
But I saw his eyes in my dreams each night.

Mama raised me with a tale so wide,
Of a cowboy lost on the other side.
Said he wasn’t perfect, but he stood his ground,
And when he fell, it shook the town.

I’m the seed of a man, born from fire and grace,
From the love they tried to erase.
He crossed the line, and paid the price,
But I see his soul in my sacrifice.

I wear his name like a brand on skin,
Though the law wrote him out, he still lives within.
I walk his road, I understand…
’Cause I’m the seed of a man.

Mama cried when I asked the truth,
Said he pulled that trigger to protect their youth.
Her eyes would dim, then softly shine,
“He was yours before he was ever mine.”

I learned to ride, to rope, to stand,
To hold my ground, to be a man.
And every time I fall or fight,
I feel him riding at my side.

I’m the seed of a man, with a broken past,
But his heart was gold, and it beats so fast
In me, when I speak, when I draw my breath,
He lives again in life and death.

I ain’t ashamed of what he did,
He fought for love, he fought for his kid.
And I’d do the same — now I understand…
I’m the seed of a man.

One day I’ll cross where he once crossed,
To see the bars that held him lost.
I’ll shake his hand if fate allows,
And whisper, “Papa, I get it now.”

I’m the seed of a man, born from love and flame,
They wrote him down, but I lift his name.
Through every scar, and every brand,
I ride for him across this land.

No grave, no bars, no curse can ban…
The blood, the soul, the seed of a man.

I never met him…
But I know him like the lines in my hand.

Seed of man

This song is about the quiet weight of character.
Not the kind you boast about or wrap in slogans,
but the kind revealed over time when no one's watching.

It’s a reminder that charm isn’t loyalty, and volume isn’t truth.
That we’ve got to look deeper past the posture, the politics, and the noise
to see what someone’s truly made of.

And if we want a better world, we have to do the same with ourselves.
Listen more. Judge less.
Reach across before we write someone off.

Because what makes a person a real friend.
what makes them worthy of trust.
isn’t where they stand on a stage
it’s how they stand when it matters most.

[Verse 1]
Be careful who you call your friend
Not every smile stays to the end
Some walk beside you just for show
But when the winds shift, they let go

It’s easy to nod and go along
But easy doesn’t make you strong
Truth is quiet, and time reveals
Who shows up when no one kneels

[Chorus]
So look deeper than a handshake
Deeper than the words they send
Character’s not built in moments
It shows in how they treat the end
Don’t judge by charm or where they’ve been
Look deeper into what makes them men

[Verse 2]
Some wear borrowed words like skin
Echoing noise they were raised within
But decency can wear a quiet face
And grace don’t always run the race

Don’t judge the bold or those who shout
Some speak loud because they’ve lived without
But the ones who show when it all falls through
Are the ones worth holding on to

[Chorus]
So look deeper than the posture
Deeper than the practiced spin
Ask yourself who lifts the weight
When there’s nothing left to win
Not everyone’s a lifelong friend
Look deeper into what makes them men

[Bridge]
It starts with listening without a fight
Leaving space for someone else to be right
Not every battle needs to be won
Sometimes growth means biting your tongue

Ask more questions, let silence speak
You’ll learn the strong are often meek
Sit with those you used to resist
And you might find grace in what you missed

[Final Chorus]
So look deeper than a first impression
Past the pride, beyond confession
It’s not the label or where they’ve been
It’s how they love and how they bend
The world won’t heal through pride or spin
But by learning what makes us kin
Reach across and start again
That’s how we learn what makes them men

What Makes Them Men

Seasonal Love

"Mama’s Quiet Prayers" is Vince Brooks at his most heartfelt — a soft, reverent tribute to the woman who stitched strength, grace, and hope into every corner of his childhood. This song reaches back to early mornings in an Oklahoma kitchen, the hush of a Bible page, and the kind of faith that never needed to be spoken to be felt.

It’s about the steadiness of a mother’s love, the quiet power of her presence, and the way her whispered hopes kept a whole family standing tall. A tender piece of Vince’s story, shared with warmth and deep gratitude.

Vince Brooks is an AI creation of Brook Stanley, and for this album both the lyrics and the music on this track were created using AI tools.

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