Longneck Way To Go

Think I’m In Love With You

Think I'm In Love With You

Made all in one night, one takes only, these songs mean a lot for me, enjoy.

If We Said Goodbye - Flatland Cavalry

Ain't In It For My Health

South Of Sanity

Dancing in the Sky

Ghost Town

Live EP 001

Run Away High (Live)

Any Path's a Goal

rust in the rain

Broken prayers, midnight truths, hopin’ to hold on.” Verses ride a low-gear groove of gravel snares and organ drone; the chorus erupts with choir-stacked harmonies built for fist-pump salvation. Spoken bridge drops the band to engine hum and windshield rain before a steel-slide solo shouts the sermon no preacher could. If you’ve ever chased redemption past empty signs on half a tank, this one’s your altar call on wheels.

🎧 Crank it with the windows down at 3 a.m.
💬 Drop your favorite highway to sing this on.
🔁 Repost if the backseat ever felt like church.

#BackseatHallelujah #CountryRockGospel #country #FerrisHollow #HighwayRevival #MidnightPrayers

Backseat Hallelujah

Timber!

here come the lumberjacks dead on our feet
go tell the cabin boy it’s time to eat
we ain’t had no sustenance, not one crumb 
hey, there, cabin boy, fetch us some
We sing, “Timber! Timber! Timber!” all day long

Up every morning before dawn cracks
Fallers do the kinda work that breaks men’s backs
Cut all day long with a crosscut saw
Drop half dead on a bed of straw
We sing, “Timber! Timber! Timber!” all day long

a tree topper’s job takes a hell of a man 
we shinny up trees as fast as we can
lop off her limbs, top off her crown
rig her up for when the yarder hauls her down
We sing, “Timber! Timber! Timber!” all day long

we are the sawyers, yeah, we work like dogs 
choppin felled trees down to smaller logs
it takes a big man to make a tall tree fall
a much tougher man gets it ready to haul
We sing, “Timber! Timber! Timber!” all day long

[solo]

i feed this hard-working, roughneck bunch
breakfast, supper, and mid-day lunch
if i had a dime for every “thanks” i get
i couldn’t even buy me a wet cigaret 

[solo]

the time has come again for me to hit the sack
Fittin for a lonely old lumberjack
dream about women, but i ain’t got none
go tell that cabin boy to fetch me one
I sing, “Timber! Timber! ….

Timber (show)

Songwriter since 1966. Can't believe I still have to write protest songs. Prefer writing love songs and songs of praise for stand-up women and men, parodies, lyrical nonsense, blues and adaptations.

Timber (show)

Peter Lloyd