Here's a sappy love song!

Poor in Cents, Rich in Love

I can’t afford to buy you flowers
all i have is hours to give you
my time will have to do

my debit card aint got nothin
all i have is lovin for you, dear
at least I’ll hold you near

my love is free
it don’t cost a thing
my love is free
it don’t cost a thing

though, we won’t live in a mansion
our hearts will fill with passion anyway
and grow stronger everyday

we won’t drive no fancy cars
but what we got is ours to have and hold
we own what can’t be sold

my love is free
it don’t cost a thing
my love is free
it don’t cost a thing

if you want expensive jewelry
go and find some other man
when our economy is crashing
its our hearts that will withstand

my love is free
it don’t cost a thing
my love is free
it don’t cost a thing

Poor In Cents, Rich In Love

Banks, Brothers and Blood

Verse 1

when we were kids, we’d play our games
I was Dillinger, you were Jesse James
Oh, the paper said their names, the ink had painted fame. We thought we’d have the same

We grew up we learned quick, mastered all the tricks, ignored the consequence 
we thought it’d be so fun but we went numb when we drew our guns

What would Mama think, what would Daddy do?
would they be ashamed of the dirty truth?

Mama would say “what have you done?”
Daddy would say “give ‘em hell son!”
if you live for the money, you’ll die by the gun
now you got the bullet and I’m on the run

verse 2

Put your faces to the ground, put the money in the bag, no one make a sound
It all went just as planned, bags were full and in my hand
fame was just around the bend, our names ablaze on the newsstand

What would Mama think, what would Daddy do?
would they be ashamed of the dirty truth?

Mama would say “what have you done?”
Daddy would say “give ‘em hell son!”
if you live for the money, you’ll die by the gun
now you got the bullet and I’m on the run

verse 3

the guard took us by surprise, we saw the fear behind his eyes, it was the same we felt inside
oh man, i swear that he shot first, we gunned him down but you got the worst
i saw your blood mix with the earth

you got the lead, i got the jail
you’re in the grave and I’m in this cell
my freedom gone and our fame as well

What would Mama think, what would Daddy do?
would they be ashamed of the dirty truth?

Mama would say “what have you done?”
Daddy would say “give ‘em hell son!”
if you live for the money, you’ll die by the gun
now you got the bullet and I’m on the run

Banks, Brothers And Blood (Co-write w/ Robin Wymer

Peaceful Dreaming

i wonder what its like to be lost in the woods
silence might do me some good
 
far away from everything
my own place of peace

climbing higher up a mountain in the clouds
a solitude i dream about

far away above the trees
my own place of peace

amidst the gentle waves, in the ebb and flow
that is where my vessel will go

far away on the open sea
my own place of peace

Peaceful Dreaming

this song is not autobiographical.

Pretty Please

you packed your things
and left your key
you said i was “good for nothing”

i had no job
and dressed like a slob
but that aint true anymore

and now that i found my way
will you come back to stay?
pretty please

well i poured my drink
down the sink
ive been sober for about a week

and now that i found my way
will you come back to stay?
will you give your hand to me
and forgive my bad deeds?
pretty please

i hope, i plead
these aint pipe dreams
i just want ya home with me

and now that i found my way
will you come back to stay?
will you give your hand to me
and forgive my bad deeds?
pretty please

Tanner Lemons