The Little Buckaroo

Wake up early, boots on tight,
Camo shirt and scope in sight,
Headin’ out to hunt that bird,
Gobble once and then it’s heard.

Cast a line down by the creek,
Haven’t caught a thing all week,
Crack a beer, just let it sit,
If fish ain’t bitin’, I don’t quit.

Doesn’t make much sense
Or earn a dime
But it’s great fun
Every dang time

Smoke’s risin’ from the back porch pit,
Burnt my ribs but I still commit,
Neighbor’s laughin’ with a plate in hand,
Guess bad cookin’ still ain’t banned.

Got mud on my jeans and ticks on my dog,
Missed that turkey in the morning fog,
But I’m smilin' like I won the fight,
'Cause a bad day's still alright.

Doesn’t make much sense
Or fixes that truck
But it’s great fun
And we don’t give a... duck

Shot a can clean off the fence,
Swore it winked — or maybe I’m just dense,
Lost my hat in the ATV roll,
Laughed so hard I nearly lost control!

So if you're wonderin’ why we roam,
Out in the woods instead of home,
We ain’t got much, but we’ve got sun—
And a crazy weekend just begun!



Sense Of Life

Out here where the corn grows high,
Boys drive trucks and think they’re sly,
Tryin’ to flirt with a line they saw on TV,
But bless their hearts, they’re sweet to me.

They fix their hair in the mirror’s light,
Spit out stories ‘bout fishin’ all night,
Think a six-pack makes 'em brave and bold,
Still can't find their socks when it gets cold.

Men are fools, that’s plain to see,
Actin’ tough and wild and free,
But I laugh and roll my eyes above,
‘Cause even a strong girl needs some love.
Yes, I ride on my own down that old dirt road,
But every woman needs a man to hold.

They forget dates and lose their keys,
Swear they’re right when they say “please,”
Call a tractor sexy, wear boots to town,
Then wonder why we shoot ‘em down.

Men are fools, that’s plain to see,
Actin’ tough and wild and free,
But I laugh and roll my eyes above,
‘Cause even a strong girl needs some love.
Yes, I ride on my own down that old dirt road,
But every woman needs a man to hold.

He might be stubborn, might be slow,
But he brings me coffee when the cold wind blows.
And when I cry, he don’t know what to do,
But his arms feel like the truth.

Men are fools, yeah, that’s alright,
They still kiss me in the pale moonlight.
I can hunt, haul hay, and wear my gold,
But every woman needs a man to hold.

Yeah, I’m strong as steel, soft as rain,
But I still need love just the same.

A Man to Hold Me

Moonlight blinkin’ through the trees
Warm wind hummin’ with the breeze
Coyote cryin’ out so far
Can’t tell if it’s joy or fear

Dark country, here we go
Dark country, you make me bow
Hearts beat slow, then wild somehow
Dark country, you make me grow

Campfire crackles, shadows dance
Eyes wide open, not by chance
Whispers float on misty ground
Every silence wears a sound

Dark country, here we go
Dark country, you make me bow
Hearts beat slow, then wild somehow
Dark country, you make me grow

There’s a beauty in the chill
When the world stands calm and still
I’m not sure what pulls me in
But I’m not the same where I have been

Dark country, here we go
Dark country, you make me bow
Take my fear and teach me how
To love the night, even now
Dark country, you make me grow

Dark Country

These songs aren’t meant to be answers. They’re markers on the road I’ve traveled: some in the dark, some in daylight, all of them honest. If you hear pieces of your own story here, I hope it reminds you that broken doesn’t mean finished, and hope can find you in the smallest things

You don't have to pretend

I want to change the world with the music that i create, i just want my voice to be heard

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