Little Miss Saturday Night

Redneck Yacht Club

Daddy Don't Drink // Try Texas

Daddy Don't Drink

Earned It

Much To Talk About

Stack of Records

Heart On My Sleeve

One For the Road

Two Down

shades of gray

Revised original for better vocals

To Mary Jo
Music and Lyrics: Mike Krath
artificially enhanced using SUNO

Lyrics

There's a cemetery on the hill
that contains my next of kin,
and some were fat, and some were thin,
and that’s all I remember of them,
And I walk among their stones without a thought,
On my way to my Mary Jo’s plot.

And I spread a blanket near her stone,
And I lay a red rose down,
Then I sit and talk of our son,
How’s he been doing all year ‘til now.
And I tell her what’s important,
And what she’d needs to hear
And if I miss something,
Oh well, there’s always next year.

And the first year I told her he walked,
As one would expect,
But his first words were mama, not dada,
And he did it to show her respect,
And his second year he was trouble,
And I was glad she wasn’t around,
And in the third I disciplined him in anger,
And I wasn’t very proud.

And his fourth and fifth were happy,
All he did was play
Then he cried going into first grade,
and I really wanted him to stay,
And then on and on through little league,
and up to seventh grade,
and his girlfriends made me sad,
And it made him feel dismayed
But High School I let him go
To choose his path to walk,
But he still asked my advice about life and such
And we had real times of talk.
Then the dreaded day came,
When he asked if he could drive,
And I made a face, but still paid his course
And thank God he’s still alive.

And today I want to tell you,
Our boy graduated this week,
he looked so nice in his cap and gown,
so grown up now,
you'd be so proud,
and he graduated with honors,
He's so smart,
just like you were,
So proud, Mary Jo,
so proud.

Now Mary Jo it’s getting cold up here,
And I need to be heading down,
But I’ll return again next year, my love,
To let you know all our son’s doings above this ground.

There's a cemetery on the hill
that contains our next of kin,
and some were fat, and some were thin,
and that’s what people remember of them,
But a woman who died before her son
could open his eyes to see her,
Has been kept abreast by the man she loved
Of the things her son’s endured.

To Mary Jo

Hot and Cold Machine

Burn It At Both Ends

Blue-collar, Tennessee native Larry Fleet grew up with a love of music sparked by an eclectic mix of influences spanning Merle Haggard to Marvin Gaye. To make ends meet, he spent tireless hours working construction jobs – never losing sight of his dream to make music. A chance encounter with Jake Owen in 2017 led to a collaborative friendship and an opening slot on the road. Shortly thereafter, Fleet was sharing the stage with one of his heroes - Willie Nelson - and etching his mark in the Nashville songwriting community, co-writing with esteemed tunesmiths Rhett Akins, Brett James, and Kendell Marvel. The hard-working family man is turning heads now with full-length album, Stack of Records (Big Loud Records), produced by Joey Moi, the follow up to his aptly titled first project, Workin’ Hard. Breakout hit “Where I Find God” – a powerful ode to finding peace in a higher power’s presence – is featured on the new set, garnering Fleet praise for his “emotive vocals” (Billboard) and amassing over 27 million official music video views. Fleet just wrapped a run supporting Morgan Wallen's Dangerous Tour and is on the road now on his first-ever headlining 'One For The Road Tour.'