This song is told from the perspective of someone who showed up when I needed him most—quiet, loyal, and full of love. His name is Blue, my dog. He’s not just a companion; he’s a soul who sees me clearly, even when I can’t see myself.

Written in Blue’s voice, this track explores the kind of bond that doesn’t need words to be understood. It’s about healing, grief, and the comfort of being truly known. You won’t realize who’s speaking until the end—but once you do, it hits different.

Genre: Country-Pop Ballad
Vibe: Emotional, cinematic, heartfelt
Vocals: Male solo with ghost harmonies and spoken layers
Instrumentation: Fingerpicked acoustic guitar, ambient pad, soft fiddle, brushed snare, low sustained piano, reversed piano textures, and subtle slide guitar accents

Blue Knows Me

All Lyric's Written By Ken Capozzi All Rights Reserved
Music and Arrangement Done By The Suno App

A Song For You

Coyote is a powerful reflection on longing, searching for love, and dealing with feelings of loneliness. The lyrics describe the literal and figurative meanings of being alone even when you're with someone, as well as some more personal sentiments with my own journey through relationships. I love the sounds, the way the songs builds, and the crying echo the fiddle makes in response to my voice. The melody is sure to get stuck in your head. I hope you enjoy listening to this as much as I enjoyed making it.

Coyote

A Modern Country tribute to the late conservative commentator and personality, Charlie Kirk (Rest In Peace),by the group, Thaxton.
Produced, recorded, mixed, and mastered at Music 7 Studios.

Wish You Were Still Here

Wish You Were Still Here (An Ode to Charlie Kirk)

[Verse 1]
Back home it was cornfields,
Red dirt and Marlboro smoke.
Thought I knew the meaning of high,
Behind a barn with the boys I broke.
But westbound winds pulled me farther,
Till I hit that Cali line—
What I sparked up in a stranger’s hand,
Damn near blew my mind.

[Chorus]
Rodeo Drive ain’t rodeo drive,
Palm trees don’t feel like home at night.
One drag cut deeper than the rest,
Met the wicked weed of the West.

[Verse 2]
She had ocean eyes, a silver laugh,
And a joint that burned too clean.
I stumbled out on Sunset Strip,
Still missin’ red dirt scenes.
It ain’t the same smoke we passed around,
On a tailgate under stars—
This one leaves you haunted,
Like a ghost inside your heart.

[Chorus]
Rodeo Drive ain’t rodeo drive,
Palm trees don’t feel like home at night.
One drag cut deeper than the rest,
Met the wicked weed of the West.

[Bridge]
Devil wears a pretty smile,
Disguised in smoke and sound.
What feels like heaven for a while,
Will put you six feet down.

[Verse 3]
Now the highway pulls me homeward,
Where the wheat bends with the wind.
Give me dirt roads and a quiet sky,
And a fire I can sit within.
Cali left its mark on me,
But it never passed the test—
I found my soul in the prairie light,
Not the wicked weed of the West.

[Chorus – repeat/softer, then swell]
Rodeo Drive ain’t rodeo drive,
Palm trees don’t feel like home at night.
One drag cut deeper than the rest,
Met the wicked weed of the West.

[Outro – half tempo]
Yeah, I met the wicked weed of the West…
And I’ll take red dirt over the rest.

Rodeo Drive Aint Rodeo Drive

V1
We cross the line, they hand us a grade.
Punch the clock, count the bills we paid.
Every road's got an end in sight, 
but the good ones keep on through the night.

C
I don't want a last word.
Don't want a last kiss.
Don't want this fire to turn to ashes like this.
The world says it's done,
but my heart resists.
With you I hope we're never finished.

V2
They teach you young, complete the race, 
like every chapter has a closing page,
but love don't fit in a story's end.
It circles back, it starts again.

C
I don't want a last word.
Don't want a last kiss.
Don't want this fire to turn to ashes like this.
The world says it's done,
but my heart resists.
With you I hope we're never finished.

Bridge
When the curtain falls, when the lights go low, 
I'll still be reaching for one more note.
Some things ain't meant to fade away.
They're the songs we were born to play.

FC
I don't want a last word.
Don't want a last kiss.
Don't want this fire to turn to ashes like this.
The world says it's done,
but my heart resists.
With you I hope we're never finished.
Yeah, with you, I hope we're never finished.

Hope We’re Never Finished

Verse 1 
Back when Saturday nights smelled like ashtrays and bars, 
Old Chevys in driveways, dust on the cars. 
My buddy’s old man had a laugh like a fight, 
Breath full of Banquet, a pack of Marlboro Lights. 
Verse 2 
Those kitchen-table stories, smoke curling the air, 
We’d sit in the doorway just glad to be there. 
They weren’t rich, they weren’t saints, but damn they were right, 
Living on Banquets and Marlboro Lights. 
Chorus 
Banquets and Lights, that’s how I remember, 
Backyard guitars and beer-cold Decembers. 
Faded blue jeans and a jukebox that bites, 
The world smelled like Banquets and Marlboro Lights. 
Verse 3 
They taught us to work, and they taught us to bend, 
How to raise hell and still shake a hand. 
Yeah, the eighties were wild, but it cut me just right, 
Growing up on Banquets and Marlboro Lights. 
Chorus 
Banquets and Lights, that’s how I remember, 
Backyard guitars and beer-cold Decembers. 
Faded blue jeans and a jukebox that bites, 
The world smelled like Banquets and Marlboro Lights. 
Bridge 
Some of ‘em gone now, some still around, 
Some lost the fight, some just laid it down. 
But I still hear the laughter drift out of the night, 
Breath full of Banquets and Marlboro Lights. 
Outro (soft) 
Yeah, we grew up tough under neon skies, 
On Banquets and Lights… Banquets and Lights

Banquets and Lights

[Verse 1] 
Sunday morning, rain on the hood 
Old Chevy parked where it’s always stood 
Rust on the fender, fog on the glass 
Tin roof drummin’ on a rearview past 
 
[Pre-Chorus] 
Ain’t got no hurry, ain’t got no plan 
Just me and this storm, tryin’ to understand 
 
[Chorus – Red Dirt Style] 
Let the rain fall, let the world spin 
Let my heart keep time with the rhythm I’m in 
However it comes, don’t need it to change 
I’m alive right here in this Sunday morning rain 
 
[Verse 2] 
Flags hang slack, street’s runnin’ slow 
Paper on the driveway, ink bleeds low 
Cigarette smoke curls, drifts through the air 
Sky writes its songs, like nobody cares 
 
[Pre-Chorus] 
Can’t buy this peace, can’t put a price 
The storm lays it out, cold as ice 
 
[Chorus – Red Dirt Style] 
Let the rain fall, let the world spin 
Let my heart keep time with the rhythm I’m in 
However it comes, don’t need it to change 
I’m alive right here in this Sunday morning rain 
 
[Bridge] 
Let the water wash out the dust and the grind If heaven’s got a rhythm, I’ll meet it in the line 
 
[Final Chorus – Red Dirt Style] 
Let the rain fall, let the world spin 
Let my soul keep time with the rhythm I’m in 
However it comes, don’t need it to change 
I’m alive right here in this Sunday morning rain 
 
[Outro] 
Yeah, I’m alive right here 
In this Sunday morning rain 


Sunday Morning Rain

[Verse 1]
Cold white walls, midnight hum,
Prayers on my lips, the words won’t come.
They ask —how he’s doin’ tonight,
I bow my head and say, “Time decides.”

[Chorus]
He’s holdin’ on, it’ll just take time,
If he stays or goes, he’ll be fine.
That choice ain’t mine, it’s the Lord’s design,
Either way… it’ll be fine.

[Verse 2]
We’ve carried storms, we’ve carried scars,
Chased our demons out past the stars.
If his fight runs out, if his race is through,
Peace will find him… and carry him too.

It'll Be Fine

Bubbles in a Beer

[Verse 1]
 I got holes in my boots and a half-charged phone
 A voice on the line sayin’, “Come back home”
 But the road rolls on like a long goodbye
 Ain’t got no answers, just reasons why

 [Verse 2]
 I leave things messy, I leave too soon
 I talk to God ‘neath a blue moon
 Ain’t proud of the man I was today
 But I still keep walkin’ anyway

 [Chorus]
 And you… still got a light on
 Still got a light on
 Like you always do
 Even when I don’t come through
 And I… still got your laugh saved
Somewhere in that backwave
 Of a mind that forgets
 But a heart that regrets
 Yeah, you… still got a light on

 [Verse 3]
 I’ve been livin’ on fumes and motel prayers
 Tryin’ to outrun my own empty stares
 But I see your porch like a beacon tonight
 Still burnin’ soft, still burnin’ right

 [Chorus]
 And you… still got a light on
 Still got a light on
 Like you always do
 Even when I don't follow through
 And I… still got your laugh saved
Somewhere in that backwave
 Of a mind that forgets
 But a heart that regrets
 Yeah, you… still got a light on

 [Bridge – quiet, breakdown]
 Maybe one day I’ll be worth the wait
 Pull in clean, not runnin’ late
 But until then, if it ain’t too wrong…
 Keep that light on

 [Final Chorus – slow, full harmony]
 ‘Cause you… still got a light on
 Still got a light on
 Like you always do
 Even when I’m far from true
 And I… still got your name there
 Pinned to the hope I still wear
 If there’s grace in the end
 Maybe I’ll make it again…
 To you… with that light on

 [Outro – solo bass and soft guitar]
 Yeah, you…
 Still got a light on…

You...Still Gotta Light On

[Verse 1] 
Highway hummin’ through the heat and haze, 
Cracked windshield still holdin’ the days. 
Salt on my skin from the Gulf Coast tide, 
Your voice in my head sayin’, “Boy, don’t hide.” 

[Pre-Chorus] 
Ain’t no ocean view can drown the sound 
Of your boots walkin’ out of this town.
 
[Chorus] 
’Til Friday comes around, I’ll keep driftin’ slow, 
Down 35 where the long winds blow. 
The neon calls, but your memory’s loud, 
I’m singin’ for the silence of a empty bar crowd. 
Honey, I miss you — yeah, I still do now — 
But I’ll make it somehow… ’Til Friday comes around.
 
[Verse 2] 
Barroom jukebox hums that Luckenbach line, 
Old boy laughin’, sayin’, “Son, you’ll be fine.” 
But he don’t know how the coast air feels, 
When a goodbye cuts deeper than steel.
 
[Bridge] 
Maybe you’re watchin’ that same red sun, 
Fade off the pier when the day’s done. 
If you ever find that you miss me too, 
I’ll be right here where the sky turns blue.
 
[Final Chorus]
’Til Friday comes around, I’ll be holdin’ on, 
To a two-step dream and a heartbreak song. 
The road rolls steady, the night wears thin, 
And I’ll fall in love with the wind again. 
Honey, I miss you — yeah, I still do now — 
But I’ll make it somehow… ’Til Friday comes around. 

[Tag]
Yeah, I’ll make it somehow… 
’Til Friday comes around.

'Till Friday Comes Around

[Verse 1]
Woke up starin’ at an old notepad,
Half a verse and a thought I had.
Same four chords and a cheap red pen,
Tryin’ to find that feelin’ again.
Ain’t got nothin’ left but time and strings,
Guess that’s where the truth still sings.

[Chorus]
Yeah, writin’ songs ’bout writin’ songs,
’Cause I ran outta women and things gone wrong.
Can’t fake the pain, can’t force the muse,
So I just write ’bout the truth.
Just… writin’ songs ’bout writin’ songs.

[Verse 2]
Every dream I’ve chased has paid in tabs,
Barroom lights and broken cabs.
Some nights hit, some fade away,
But I keep pickin’ what I can’t say.
If I ever get a hit, don’t blink—
It’s just another line in ink.

[Chorus]
Yeah, writin’ songs ’bout writin’ songs,
’Cause I ran outta women and things gone wrong.
Can’t fake the pain, can’t force the muse,
So I just write ’bout the truth.
Just… writin’ songs ’bout writin’ songs.

[Bridge]
Maybe one day I’ll find that spark,
Chase it down through the neon dark.
But ‘til that muse decides she calls,
I’ll be spillin’ my heart on these four walls.

[Final Chorus / Outro]
Yeah, writin’ songs ’bout writin’ songs,
Still tryin’ to right what the world got wrong.
Can’t fake the pain, can’t force the muse,
So I just write ’bout the truth.
Just… writin’ songs ’bout writin’ songs.


Writin' Songs 'Bout Writin' Songs

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

[Verse 1]
New York’s got their shiny shoes,
Cosmo drinks and breaking news.
We wear boots with red-dirt scars,
Cheap cold beer in old dive bars.

They got cabs and subway trains,
We got mud on lifted frames.
They buy dreams with dollar bills,
We chase ours on Texas hills.

[Chorus]
New York’s got Wall Street,
Texas got Y’all Street.
Where the smiles come easy,
And the tea’s real sweet.
They got big deals,
We got big heat.
New York’s got Wall Street,
Texas got Y’all Street.

[Verse 2]
They talk fast and hit the gas,
Always movin’ twice as fast.
We take time and take a breath,
Love runs deep down here in the West.

Keep your view from 80 floors,
I like screened-in creaky doors.
They trade dollars every day,
We trade love the southern way.

[Chorus]
New York’s got Wall Street,
Texas got Y’all Street.
Where your word still matters,
And hearts still meet.
They got bright lights,
We got backseat heat.
New York’s got Wall Street,
Texas got Y’all Street.

[Bridge]
Let ’em chase that dollar sign,
We’re just drinkin’, doin’ fine.
City speed don’t run our lives,
We got stars and firefly skies.

[Final Chorus]
New York’s got Wall Street,
Texas got Y’all Street.
Where the girls say “hey,”
And mean it sweet.
They got towers,
We got dusty Jeeps.
New York’s got Wall Street,
Texas got Y’all Street.

[Tag]
Yeah, they trade gold,
We trade love you can’t cheat.
New York’s got Wall Street…
Texas got Y’all Street.

Texas Got Ya'll Street

[VERSE 1] 
Back then I was a wildfire— 
Boots on the dash, heart on the wire, 
Would’ve bolted at a sweet hello. 
Didn’t trust a steady hand, 
Didn’t want no long-term plan, 
Wasn’t built for letting somebody close. 

[PRE-CHORUS] 
Funny how time turns a runaway around… 

[Chorus] 
I’d still say yes if you asked me tonight— 
I’d jump in your arms, wouldn’t think twice. 
But if I met you back then, before I knew what love could become— 
Baby, I’d run. 
Crazy how the right one changes you up— 
I’d still say yes, you’re still the one… 
But the old me? 
Yeah… She’da Run.⸻ 

[VERSE 2] 
I was rough around the edges, 
Lightin’ fuses, burnin’ bridges— 
Didn’t know a good thing when it stayed. 
But your patience met my fire, 
Turned my wild streak into something higher— 
Now look at us, look what we made. 

[Pre-Chorus] 
Never thought roots could grow on a girl like me… 

[Chorus] 
I’d still say yes if you asked me tonight— 
I’d jump in your arms, wouldn’t think twice. 
But if I met you back then, before I knew what love could become— 
Baby, I’d run. 
Crazy how the right one changes you up— 
I’d still say yes, you’re still the one… 
But the old me? 
Yeah… She’da Run. 

[Bridge] 
Took a few wrong turns, 
Took a few hard years— 
But I’d walk every mile to end up right here. 

[Final Chorus] 
I’d still say yes if you asked me tonight— 
Hell, I’d marry you twice, wouldn’t think twice. 
But if I met you back then, before the woman I’ve become— 
Honey, I’d run. 
Wild how the right one changes you up… 
I’d still say yes, you’re still the one— 
But the girl I was? 
Yeah… She’da Run.

Yeah...She'da Run

VERSE 1

Back then I was wildfire,
Heart first, burnin’ up too fast.
You were trouble in a T-shirt grin,
The kind I never knew how to make last.
We would've crashed and burned,
Two storms in the same small town—
But life held us off a while
’Til the right time finally came around.

PRE-CHORUS

Crazy how timing
Turns a close call into the real thing…

CHORUS

I’d still say yes if you asked me today—
No doubt, no fear, I’d take your last name.
But if I met you back then,
Before I learned how to love like this…
Baby, we never would've begun.
Yeah, I'd still choose you now—
But back then?
I’d run.

VERSE 2

Back then we were stubborn,
Talkin’ loud, thinkin’ we knew love.
You were reckless with a steady heart,
And I was too young to trust either one.
We would've torn apart,
Two fires burnin’ out of control—
But grace gave us a second chance
Once we both learned to grow.

PRE-CHORUS

Wild how the wrong time
Could’ve cost me my whole lifetime…

CHORUS

I’d still say yes if you asked me today—
Right here, right now, I’d take your last name.
But if I met you back then,
Before I knew what a real love is…
Baby, we never would've begun.
Yeah, I'd still choose you now—
But back then?
I’d run.

BRIDGE

Thank God we didn’t meet too early—
We’d have blown apart before the start.
Took some years and broken roads
For me to grow into your heart.

FINAL CHORUS

I’d still say yes if you asked me today—
Hell, I’d marry you twice if life worked that way.
But if I met you back then,
Before I learned how to love like this…
Baby, we never would've begun.
Yeah, I'd still choose you now—
But back then?
I’d run.
(soft)
Thank God we didn’t meet back then…
(soaring)
’Cause now?
You’re the one.

I'd Run

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Inspired by life

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

Hey, I’m Lori DeAnn—a songwriter and vocalist from Fort Worth, Texas. I started writing songs during a time of big personal change, when I realized that the poetry I’d been writing for years was really just music waiting to happen. That’s when everything clicked, and I found my voice again—literally and creatively.

I don’t play an instrument, but I do sing, and I’ve always had a strong feel for how music works—how rhythm, layers, and emotion come together to tell a story. I’m inspired by all kinds of sounds: country, blues, 80s rock, pop—basically anything with a great beat and something real to say.

My songs are all about emotion—falling in love, falling apart, finding yourself again, and working through grief. Music has always helped me say the things I couldn’t quite put into words, and I hope my songs do that for someone else too. Whether it’s a stripped-down vocal or a track full of gospel harmonies and grit, I’m all about truth, healing, and connection.

Real country music for cowboys that like cowboys

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