Fields of gold call me home
Fields of gold got me runnin
Fields of gold are all I know.

Ten thousand miles up
I got to see the Rocky Mountains shine
Landed somewhere east in a thicket of pines
Oh that sand it changed my life.

Fields of gold call me home
Fields of gold make me run
Fields of gold are all I have ever known.

Pot holed roads, and barren lakes
They are all marks that lead the way
Oh to the big boys in the north
We can see the snow on the coastal ridgeline.

Fields of gold call me home
Fields of gold make me run
Fields of gold are all I have ever known.

Fields Of Gold

Audio Recording on Tuesday afternoon

nomophobia

I'm Crazy

Free

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No Good Reason

A song I have been working on. Hope you enjoy.

Robert Landucci - ( Carried Daddy To The Truck ) Country

Just a rough draft of a song I am working on. Had it sitting around awhile figured I'd share.

Was It All A Lie

Just another song I've been working on, hope you enjoy!!

What a fool

Just a song I put together with a free beat from https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Zm07m3ZoQo&t=0s 911 beats

Delusions Of Grandeur

You say you love me, but I'm not sure.
I'm in the same place I was before.
Yet there is no knock at my door.
You say you love me but I'm not sure.

Because on the night stand there next to my bed.
Is a box of Old rings.
Given back to me time and time again.
From her finger back to my hand.

That don't mean nothing to no one but me.
Sometimes I wonder why I even keep.
Hanging on when you have let go.
and it seems I'm always the last to know.

I've had the same number for so many years.
Why I don't change it is probably clear.
thought you have only called twice in four years
it gives me comfort to know you have me near.

That don't mean nothing to no one but me.
Sometimes I wonder why I even keep.
Hanging on when you have let go.
and it seems I'm always the last to know.

In the closet is an old photo book
Where I keep all the pictures she took.
there on the front in grey.
I have written yesterday.

That don't mean nothing to no one but me.
Sometimes I wonder why I even keep.
Hanging on when you have let go.
and it seems I'm always the last to know.

Robert Landucci

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