Won't Be Home for Christmas

I used to ride my bike past a woman every morning for my paper route. This song is about her.

Poor Old Bag Lady

A song for my grandpa, who worked as a trucker/mover out of Myles City, MT. Grandpa George gave me my middle name, and probably more things than I realize. He's retired now, and still likes to move things for people when he has time, but most times he's moving around the country in an RV with his wife, Maggie. One of my all time heroes, I don't think I could write a song as good as he is.

Rollin' Easy

My grandpa once tried to show me wild horses out in South Dakota. We didn't find any, but he remembered a time when they were there. 

A guy who reminds me of my grandpa, was telling me that people used to have to pay to use lighthouses, and when you got close to land, if you'd paid for it, they would have given you a code of some sort(put up three lanterns or something like that), and they'd guide you in when they saw it.  

And so I referenced that in this song.

Ain't No Wild Horses Runnin' Around

Some New Kind Of Lonely

Danny and I were driving in the car to get corn dogs the other day when this one kind of popped into my head. For a while I thought it was a real song already, but then I looked up the lyrics and couldn't find it so I decided to make it my own. Hope you enjoy it.

You've Got A Funny Way

Goodbye, Blue Monday

Thought of this one on the road the other day.

Spinnin' A Globe And Puttin' My Finger Down

I'm A Porcelain Ophan, Stone to Be Broken, And A Wild Country Cow On Top Of All That

About a guy I've been getting to know the last few days.

nick george harvey

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