Church Pew Blues

Half-Full Glass

Cornfield Confessions

Diesel and Dust

Cotton Field Sunset

Daddy’s Old Guitar

Dirt Road Lullaby

One Tank Town

Empty Bottle Serenade

Verse 1]
That gravel road still knows my name,
Dust in the air, that sunset flame.
Mama’s front porch, paint peeled thin,
Supper smoke rollin’ through the wind.
Daddy’s hat hangs by the door,
Boot prints fade across the floor.
I killed the engine, let it hum,
Tried to hold back what’s comin’ undone.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every mile I’ve gone just leads me back,
But this time feels different… and that’s a fact.

[Chorus]
’Cause this might be my last time home,
Last slow turn where the mailbox leans.
Last look down that red-clay road,
Where I learned what forever means.
Ain’t leavin’ mad, just movin’ on,
But the boy I was is almost gone.
Yeah, you never know when the wind might blow—
And it’s your last time home.

[Verse 2]
Kitchen clock still tickin’ slow,
Coffee rings where time won’t go.
We don’t talk much, we just breathe,
Say “see ya soon” like we both believe.
I hug her tight, she won’t let go,
Says “Drive safe, son,” real soft and low.
That kind of love don’t fade away,
It just waits at the end of the day.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Tail-lights glow, I pull out fast,
But the rearview shows what I can’t get past.

[Chorus 2]
Yeah, this might be my last time home,
Last crack of that screen-door sound.
Last wave from that gravel drive,
Last sky where my roots are found.
Ain’t leavin’ mad, just movin’ on,
But the boy I was is almost gone.
Yeah, you never know when the wind might blow—
And it’s your last time home.

[Bridge]
I’ll carry that dirt wherever I roam,
It’s the weight that reminds me I’m never alone.

[Final Chorus / Tag]
If this is my last time home,
I’ll raise a glass to the love that’s grown.
Every road that calls my name,
Still whispers hers just the same.
Ain’t leavin’ mad, just movin’ on,
But this heart still bleeds that tone—
Of a gravel road and a porch light glow…
Yeah, this might be my last time home.
Enhance lyrics (e.g. "make it sound happier")


Last time Home

I’m JD Hodge — Oklahoma-born, red dirt-raised, and songwriting for over 30 years.

In 2024, I flatlined on an operating table. Cardiac arrest. Everything changed.

When I came back, the words came with me — like they’d been waiting their turn. Since then, the songs haven’t stopped. I write what’s real: struggle, hope, grit, and grace — stories meant to be felt.

You’ll hear pieces of my past, my people, and the kind of heartland truth you can’t fake. These songs aren’t just mine — they’re for anyone who’s fought through silence and still found a voice.

Retired • Lyricist • Country • Americana • Acoustic Soul
Oklahoma, USA

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