Here's a song I wrote and played.

"ST. FRANCIS"

Well his friends all called him "Frank"
But his momma named him Francis
The patron saint of stow-a-ways
And stray dogs on the run

By 18 they told Francis
He was out of second chances
And Huntsville had a room reserved
For Momma's favorite son

Them twelve months they moved slower than
A free man's mind can understand
'Cause he ain't never had to trade
His Marlboros for air

But doing time can free your mind
And every Sunday morning
Francis heard just what the Word
Could do for him out there

John the Baptist never asked
For his day in the sun
He was only doing what the
Good Lord wanted done

But Francis took another look
On what it all had meant
Salvation's free, but as for me
I'll take my ten percent

Now the day that Francis' debt was paid
He put a suit on lay-a-way
A three piece herringbone in blue
And patent leather shoes

Momma thought that he was playing games
When he asked her for her King James
He just smiled and said
"No ma'am, I'm off to share the News"

John the Baptist never asked
For his day in the sun
No, he was only doing what the
Good Lord wanted done

But Francis took another look
On what it all had meant
Salvation's free, but as for me
I'll take my ten percent

Francis had the gift of gab
A smile that brought you in
Hit his Momma's book club first
Then the local five and ten

Before a week had come and gone
The flock he'd gathered up had grown
So wide that his
'85 Trans Am was born again

John the Baptist never asked
For his day in the sun
He was only doing what the
Good Lord wanted done

But Francis took another look
On what it all had meant
Salvation's free, but as for me
I'll take my ten percent

Francis

Here's a song I wrote and played.

It ain't got that showroom shine
Like it had once upon a time
When things like that were worth more than they cost

Two hundred thousand miles ago
We thought it'd given up the ghost
But it turns out some wires had gotten crossed

When they ask me how we've done it
All these years and we're still runnin strong
I tip my hat

I point to that old four wheel drive
That rolled the line in '85 and say
"It's just like that"

"You make sure she ain't runnin hot
And if she is then son, you've gotta
Know that it's your job to make it right

"Oh you'll get out what you put in
This road that you've been travelin
Ain't for the faint of heart to drive at night
That's where you're at
It's just like that"

In 1954 her father 
Bought a guitar for his daughter
A brand new Telecaster off the wall

She played it nearly everyday
Until the day he passed away
And set it in a closet down the hall

And when her son turned ten years old
She pulled out that tweed case and told him
All about the day that they had spent

Yeah when she opened up that case
Man, y'all just should've seen my face
Though it'd be years 'til I knew what it meant

"Just make sure that the band is hot
And if it ain't then son, you gotta
Know that it's your job to make it right

"Oh you'll get out what you put in
This road that you've been travelin
Ain't for the faint of heart to drive at night
That's where you're at
It's just like that"

Now don't you let a bit of rust
And scratches in the paint
Make you believe that it ain't
Worth your time at all

No it's just seen a bit of weather
We got through this storm together
And I've got tales one hundred stories tall

And that where I'm at
It's just like that

Just Like That

IN THE MORNINGS 
OF MY MEMORIES
WHERE A FEEBLE LIGHT
BECKONS
 I WANDER 
THROUGH THE SHADOWS
OF WHAT HAS AND MIGHT’VE BEENS
AND IF I LINGER 
TOO LONG THERE
MY WORLD BEGINS TO SPIN
AND I CAN’T HOLD ON
ALL HOPE IS GONE
AND SO IT BEGINS

AND SO IT BEGINS
ALL THE DRINKING
THE LONG AND LONELY NIGHTS
AND THE WHAT WAS I THINKING?

I’D RATHER NOT REMEMBER 
TOSS THESE MEMORIES 
IN A BLENDER
WITH A DOUBLE SHOT OF GIN
AND SO IT BEGINS

IN THE EVENINGS
I COME CRAWLING
TO THE ONE 
WHO LET’S ME IN
SHE DON’T ASK 
ME QUESTIONS
AND WE DON’T PRETEND
MY MISTRESS IS THE MEMORIES
AND SHE HURTS ME FROM WITHIN
EVERY NIGHT I FALL INTO HER ARMS
AND SO IT BEGINS

MY MISERY HAS NO END
AND SO IT BEGINS


"AND SO IT BEGINS"

Here's a song I wrote and played. No AI on this track, fwiw.


I rolled out of bed and grabbed the
Bottle by the neck and made him 
Pay for what he'd done the night before

And every drop that he had left
That wasn't on my tongue or breath
Was gone before my feet had touched the floor

And with the last words that he spoke
He offered up a dirty joke
But he began to laugh before the end

He asked me for a pull of wine
To clear his throat and I obliged
And then he smiled and died right there and then

Some days you can walk it off
Some days you can run away
Some days they will pass you by
Some days they are here to stay

Some nights they will last too long
Some nights you can't see the stars
Some nights are for dreams, my love
Some nights are for whiskey bars

She was on the last boat out
Before I heard a thing about
The things that someone said
That I had done

And though I don’t recall
I also have no doubt at all
This love affair was through before it had begun

So now I’m off to lick my wounds
Alone inside this crowded room
To raise a toast to Cupid once again

To last goodbyes I’ll never say
And luck that didn’t go my way
To fading memories of way back when

Some days you can walk it off
Some days you can run away
Some days they will pass you by
Some days they are here to stay

Some nights they will last too long
Some nights you can't see the stars
Some nights are for dreams, my love
Some nights are for whiskey bars

Whiskey Bars

Here's a song I wrote and played.

All of my heros bleed when they're shot
Some of them curse, others curse quite a lot
But each to a letter would give what they got
To help out a friend that's in need

When they asked Jesus, "Lord what would you say
To boil it all down to a big takeaway?"
"Love your God, love your neighbor, love yourself."
Hey, don't that sound just like Jesus to me

Why do we make it so damn complicated
Trying to figure out what a man's worth
Money ain't real, the love that you feel
Is all that you're taking away from this earth
It's all that you're taking away from this earth

When we were younger we'd beg and we'd steal
For Cracker Jack prizes and big ferris wheels
The secret decoder ring never revealed
Those whispers to no one but you

Now that we older and wiser they say
It seems so much harder to tell day from day
And sweet little secrets we had then 
Now they just don't have them a place to call home

Why do we make it so damn complicated
Trying to figure out what a man's worth
Money ain't real, the love that you feel
Is all that you're taking away from this earth
It's all that you're taking away from this earth
It's all that you're taking away from this earth

Whiskey Bars

Mushmouth

Related tracks