I wrote this song in honor of my daughter. She and I have "Painted the Town" wherever we go.

Ride

Then Came You

I'm a driver

04. Brown Eyed Girl

A man describes his love for his woman with things that surrounds him

Every Little Thing


“Paint This Town” is an upbeat country gospel anthem that tells the unforgettable story of Cole Carter—a rough-and-tumble man turned town legend by a miracle only God could pull off. Fueled by small-town grit and a little girl’s faith, this foot-tapping track captures redemption, revival, and the power of second chances. With vivid lyrics and a chorus that sticks, it’s a feel-good tribute to how one life can color an entire town in grace.



Paint This Town

down on Buchanan street

[Verse 1]
Got my pen out this morning
Writing you these words today
Been thinking 'bout that summer
When you packed and drove away
Oh the sun came up different
When your truck pulled out of sight
Never knew how good it'd feel
To wake up and see the light

[Chorus]
Dear darlin', thanks for leaving (oh yeah)
Best thing you ever did for me
Found my Rose down at the market
Now we're raising family
Dear darlin', thanks for leaving (thanks for leaving)
Life's been sweeter than before
Got two little angels running 'round
This old place we call our own

[Verse 2]
Remember how you'd always say
This town ain't big enough for dreams
Well honey, mine are blooming now
Like wildflowers by the creek
Rose laughs at all my stories
Kids chase fireflies at dusk
What you called "settling down"
Turned out to be enough

[Chorus]
Dear darlin', thanks for leaving (oh yeah)
Best thing you ever did for me
Found my Rose down at the market
Now we're raising family
Dear darlin', thanks for leaving (thanks for leaving)
Life's been sweeter than before
Got two little angels running 'round
This old place we call our own

[Bridge]
Hope you found what you were searching for
Out there in that great big world
While I found everything I needed
Right here with my country girls
(Right here with my girls)
[Steel Guitar Solo]

[Verse 3]
So here's to second chances
And the roads we didn't take
Sometimes what feels like losing
Is just life's lucky break
The cattle know their pasture
Kids know where they belong
Thank you for that lesson
Hope you hear this little song

[Chorus]
Dear darlin', thanks for leaving (oh yeah)
Best thing you ever did for me
Found my Rose down at the market
Now we're raising family
Dear darlin', thanks for leaving (thanks for leaving)
Life's been sweeter than before
Got two little angels running 'round
This old place we call our own

[Outro]
(Thanks for leaving, thanks for leaving)
This old place we call our own
(Oh yeah, oh yeah)
This old place we call our own

Dear Darlin', Thanks For Leaving

🎵 The weakest went under - (Official Lyric Video by Brady Kent )❤️🎶

A song about an imaginary country cowboy (bringing the issue closer to home) trying to make it into the USA from Mexico, over the wall. 

Whatever he tries is hopeless! He and his son are sent back to El Salvador. A song thats immersed in political arguments for and against. 'The weakest went under', sums it all up. 
Experience the raw emotion and heartfelt storytelling of "The weakest went under" by Brady Kent. This soulful track captures the essence of love, connection, and the bonds we hold onto in life’s most meaningful moments. 

The official lyric video complements the song with stunning visuals that bring the story to life, making it easy to sing along and immerse yourself in the journey of "The weakest went under." 

Whether you’re celebrating love, friendship, or simply reflecting on life, this track will touch your heart and stay with you long after the music fades. 

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The weakest went under

Makin’ a livin’ outta livin’—
Yeah, that’s my claim to fame.
Every sunrise writes my story,
Every breeze calls out my name.
There’s gold out in the risin’ sun,
Silver runnin’ through my hair…
Name a beach I haven’t seen—
I’ll pack my bag and meet you there.
Makin’ a livin’ outta livin’—
Man, I’ve chased the sun.
From Jimmy’s One Particular Harbor
To Band on the Run.
Got a little jingle in my pocket,
But I never needed much—
Just a beat-up six-string and a stage
And a breeze I know by touch.
Wouldn’t trade a mile I’ve roamed—
Far as I can tell,
Wind in the pines and rain on tin—
That’s the sound that makes me well.
Incoming tides, deep sapphire skies,
Salt air runnin’ through my soul…
I’m lovin’ and livin’ the life I’ve been given—
And I thank God I found it at all.
Makin’ a livin’ outta livin’—
Wish I’d found it long ago.
But I’m here now, feet up, wide-eyed
Just watchin’ this good life grow.
Ain’t got much saved for later,
But I got memories I can spend.
And a voice that still sings true
With every song I send.
Wouldn’t change a single thing—
Not one detour or delay.
The drift, the dance, the second chance—
All led me here today.
Drivin’ blind with windows down,
Laughin’ ‘til I cried…
I’m wild, I’m alive, I’m free—
And it’s one hell of a ride.
Some folks chase a dollar…
I just chased the view.
Built a home inside the moment—
That’s the best I ever knew.
Makin’ a livin’ outta livin’—
That’s the life I lead.
Sunburned maps and ocean naps—
Are all the wealth I need.
Some folks pray for someday dreams—
But I just let mine be.
Makin’ a livin’ outta livin’—
Yeah, I’m lucky…
I’m wild, I’m alive…
I’m free.

Making a Livin’ outta Livin’

Borrowed Blade is country grit and gospel backbone—songs hammered on an anvil of hard times, small-town faith, and second chances. Fiddle cries, pedal steel sighs, and a low Telecaster growl carry stories of men and women who don’t run from the storm; they ride straight through it. These tracks lean on porch-light prayers, two-lane highways, court dates, and kitchen-table reconciliations. The title speaks to winning with what tried to wound you: you take the lie, break it in half, and use it for a handle. From barroom whispers to Sunday-morning vows, the record moves from hush to holler—brush snare shuffles, train beats, waltzes, and boot-stomp 4/4. This is not revenge; it’s redemption with calluses. Press play when you need courage you can hear and a map you can follow.

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I'm a retired science teacher, writing songs and doing science shows in schools and churches. Thank you for listening to my songs. This has been a dream of mine for many years, I just recently got to this point of songwriting. This is so fun to hear my songs. If you are a musician and would like to join me, shoot me a message. Only serious requests please. Thank you and God Bless.

Paint This Town

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