This morning my eyes will not open
I'm starving but can't eat a thing
The pit in my gut is still growing
There's a hole in my heart and dirty dishes in the sink

The man on the news points his finger
He tells you who is your friend
My beautiful country is burning
By the spark of it's own peoples hands

There's no one out there who can save us
No light coming down from above
It's just you and me, and it's easy to see
It's much easier to hate than it is to love

The words people say make a difference
They can make us or break us to change
For better or worse is the question
Will we give up right now
Or will we try to find a way?

Party ain't better than people
Like our leaders would have us believe
When it's over we don't get no sequel
Our country will fall by it's own peoples greed

The Spark

I could be a millionaire
I wouldn't have to win a bet
I could write a so-called country song
about jacked up trucks and sex
go drinking then go driving
with a good old southern gal by my side
write a record
and go platinum overnight

or I could be a gangster
I could rap about the drugs
could brag about my money
and preach about how women are worthless
I've got no regard and no respect
for anyone who ain't just like me
I'm gonna take the world with me
down into a grave

but I've got an honest dollar in my pocket
it's the only one that I've got to my name
but I'd rather have an empty wallet than an empty heart
I'd rather have an empty wallet than an empty heart

I could say I know the future
I could charge a large amount
in exchange for money
I could give people false hope
tell 'em their wishes will all come true
even though I know they want
tell 'em pay some more
if you wanna know what's to come

or I could say
that I've got special contact with the lord
tell 'em just one touch of my hand
will cure cancer and so much more
I'll hit 'em right where it hurts
and their emotions will all be running wild
one kind donation of all you've got will be just fine

but I've got an honest dollar in my pocket
it's the only one that I've got to my name
but I'd rather have an empty wallet than an empty heart
I'd rather have an empty wallet than an empty heart

I don't know how the hell you could take such a dirty rotten lie
and target the desperate, the poor and the sick
without a tear in your eye
I could see how it'd be tempting to make an easy buck
but I'd rather die in the street than do something so wrong
I believe I'd rather die in the street than do something so wrong

but I've got an honest dollar in my pocket
it's the only one that I've got to my name
but I'd rather have an empty wallet than an empty heart
I'd rather have an empty wallet than an empty heart

I don't know how the hell you could take such a dirty rotten lie

An Honest Dollar

Honor and patience
burst at the seams
this morning we killed the american dream
innocent child found dead on the street
red, white, and blue
what the hell does it mean?
red, white, and blue
what the hell does it mean?

It means love your brother
your sister and more
be kind to strangers
hold open the door
but the colors have faded and so have our hearts
we let the loud few go and tear it apart
we let the loud few go and tear it apart

I see tired eyes
holding torches and marching
part of the tribe
and their hearts have been hardened
the fires are blazing
no one knows who started
the sun is still high but it's total darkness
the sun is still high but it's total darkness

Hatred and anger
I hear ugly men scream
you are worth less cause you don't look like me
honor and patience found dead on the street
this morning we killed the american dream
this morning we killed the american dream

This Morning we Killed the American Dream

I've Known Love

Susannah

Black water swallow me
black water swallow me
take my worry out to sea
black water swallow me

take my worry out to sea
take my worry out to sea
leave my flesh and bones with me
take my worry out to sea

the shadows pass as daylight falls
it reveals the stars above
the bitter cold, it eased my pain
but it wasn't quite enough
I hang on nearly every word til' they rot right off my tongue
but that old black water gave me strength
to put it in a song

I swear that I heard whispers in the wind
but I'll never know what they said
all I can hear is a melody
as the water slips over my head
now I'm sinking just like lead
I'm getting born again
I close my eyes and hum along
as the water spills into my lungs

Untitled

There's something about the way the southern wind whistles through the pines
there's something about the rivers stained like sweet tea, gently rolling by
there's something hanging heavy in the air
in that old handmade back porch rocking chair
there's something about an old dusty town that lost all track of time
so bury me in Nashville when I die

It ain't music city but it's got the same name
those dogwood flowers sure are pretty
and man, that summer heat just can't be tamed
it somehow takes the weight off of my heart
just when I thought I was falling apart
there's something about driving through a rainstorm down highway 129
so bury me in Nashville when I die

It's where I learned how to love and how to break a heart
it's where I learned to have mine broken
but try my best not to take it too hard
it's down there by the Florida state line
I don't live there now but it's always on my mind
there's something about Christmas day with a high of 75
so bury my in Nashville when I die

It's just above hell and just under the stars
I've seen the darker sides of life, I've seen the caring hearts
out of anywhere I've ever been there's nowhere quite the same
it's sure got it's problems but the memories take away my pain

There's something about the way the southern wind whistles through the pines
so bury my in Nashville when I die

Bury Me in Nashville (Georgia)

Why Would God Steal?

I Can't Write You a Love Song

Nashville, GA

My Lonely Grave

Nothin'

Outlaw Road

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Leonard's Song - Song Group Week 2

October Summer Days - Song Group Week 4

Untitled - Song Group Week 5

Through Kyle's music, he wears not just his heart on his sleeve, but his soul as well. His lyrics are deep yet simple and there is a realness in his voice that reality shows can't touch. - Mark Renz

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