Born to Lose

En ny era

Not the Love of My Life

The Last Laugh

Love Letter

Old Kid Mac

I Am My Brothers Keeper

Little Mary was barely ten
The day I told her I had to leave
She didn't understand
And I knew she wouldn't for a few years
But the choice was never mine
And I tried to explain it best I could
She said, "Will you call?"
I said, "Baby, I wish I could"
And I said

I would rather drown
Than float outta town
Than leave you behind
I'd rather go to hell
Than to the wishing well
To leave you behind
To leave you behind


Oh, Johnny was barely sixteen
The day he lost his dad
He cried when I told him
But I told him I was comin' back
Then he looked me in the eyes
And said, "Please don't go"
I said, "I have to, Johnny
But one day, you'll know"
And I said


"I would rather drown
Than float outta town
Than leave you behind
I'd rather go to hell
Than to the wishing well
To leave you behind"
To leave you behind
To leave you behind


If I could turn back time
And not cross that line
I would


But I would rather drown
Than float outta town
Than leave you behind
I'd rather go to hell
Than to the wishing well
To leave you behind
I'd rather drown
Than float outta town
Than leave you behind
I'd rather go to hell
Than to the wishing well
To leave you behind
To leave you behind
To leave you behind
To leave you behind

To Leave You Behind

Just some yokel from nowhere decided to make music for people who’s left feelings unexpressed

Old Kid Mac

James. J Greene