Decades, Vol. 3 & 4

Gospel Road

Meatball Madness

My Debut country music album. Like someone else I admire, I mixed Southern Rock and country. That's just what I did.

235 Life

Fair Winds and Following seas

Country song at heart with folk elements that help to tell the story of a tired working class. Mandolin, Banjo, and Baritone guitar lend aid to vocal harmonies that express the desperation and trials of the American lower class. Recorded at Edgewater Studios.

L.O.T.F.

Christmas In My Town Now - Frosty Bells, Silent Night Serenade, United Christmas Radio
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Christmas In My Town

Christmas In My Town Now

Each touch of your fingertips
would so quickly eclipse
any pleasure that I’d ever known
you brought such a high state of bliss
when you were absent I’d miss
your warm eyes and your smile
and your hungry lips
we were the perfect mix

We liked all the same things
our relation-ship was a yacht
after I’d been so used to canoes
we'd sail love’s many waters
and the only blues we ever knew
was when we snoozed because
I had to be away from you
and you did too…..

Ours was a passion not
“like everything else.”
too many others around us
put their love’s love on a shelf
worshipping only them self
but this was not what we felt
we made each other melt....

But sadly soon things 
began to blur
and our love that was rare
suddenly grew obscure
though we tried to endure
our hearts both took detours
falling to new lover's lures.

As we chose to retire
love that had lost it’s fire
absent of all desire
I guess we became tired
as our marvelous love
and our breathtaking kisses
were now not meant to be...

Your absence went unnoticed
for I was only focused
on the new love I’d found
now that you weren’t around.

Until one day I realized
as I thought back on you
How much I had lost
How much your loss cost 
And when I cane across 
your photo in a drawer
and felt that old excitement
I knew I'd b missing you
In some ways forevermore

Day Ja Blues.  by-  Matthew F. Blowers III

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

No New Year’s Promises V2

Place They Call Home (feat. Flatland Cavalry)

The Last Song

When your life in in the saddle, there is just one wish. Riding even when your old and gray, till your last day. 

The Last Song

BRO

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