A young girl decided she was gonna learn to play guitar
Spent her time practicing but she didnt get real far, 
Her hands cramped and her fingers bled, She wanted to learn so bad,
Was losin hope, and wants to throw it in the trash

Dont throw it away
You might not see results in just a day
Sometimes it takes awhile for things to change
But dont throw it away

She was at her wits end with her husband again
They couldnt see eye to eye on anything
He suggested they get some help, from a pastor down at the church
She looked down at her wedding ring, and it felt like a curse

After many years she finally answered that heavenly call,
Believed, baptized, and tryin to do right but everyday she'd fall
Shes losing strength, losing the fight, contemplating taking her own life

Don't Throw It Away

From each one I learned so much,
About carin, heartache, and love

All you lovely ladies
That stole my heart for a time
Gave me reason to smile
And made simple livin fine
There was no greater joy
Then to call you mine
I care for you still,
Though we said goodbye

Fond memories fill my heart
Of gentle affection
Though it is a shame
We lost our direction
Could we have been saved?
Through simple correction?
Too late to know
New days beckon

I pray the best for each
That they find lovin arms
Men that make them laugh
And possess a tender charm
That lead them with kindness
And keep them safe from harm

Carin, Heartache, And Love

The wife and I had got in a fight, and I was kicked out for the night
So I sat at the bar fumin mad
Then a short man walked in, a young Mexican
Wearin a three piece suit and a black cowboy hat

He ordered a Pacifico, and I said, "Hey amigo,
How bout you order a real beer, or go back to where you came."
I know it wasn't right, but I was drunk and wantin to fight
But he just smiled and asked me my name

I said, "I aint tellin you nothin," and to prove I wasn't bluffin
I walked over and knocked the bottle out his hand
It spilled all down his suit, I waited to see what he'd do
But he smiled, shook his head, and walked out the back

I followed him outside still lookin for a fight
and said "hey Pancho why you runnin away scared"
But faster than a mamba strike, he hit me with a pretty hard right
And I keeled over gaspin for air

He pulled out a revolver, and poured the bullets in his hand
and said, "Amigo, do you believe in heaven or hell?
Well you might find out tonight, what's on the other side
For messin with a member of the Cartel

He said my cylinder holds 5, but I'm gonna put in 3
For everything that you've done to me
One for spilling my beer, one for ruining my suit
and one more for bein racist and mean

He put the bullets in, gave the cylinder a spin
Ad I still lay writhing on the ground
He pulled the hammer back, I waited for the blast
And I thought of my wife and kids back in town

He pulled the trigger, click. I couldn't help but flinch
He grinned and said, "Todays your lucky day
I let the Lord decide, and He wants to spare your life
And I hope that you'll go and change your ways."

He got inside his car, drove away from the bar
And I used a payphone to call a cab
Now I don't pick no fights, ever since that scary night,
With the cartel member in the black cowboy hat.

Black Cowboy Hat

California

If Thats Alright By You

Moseyin Around Town

Rescued My Soul

What Will You Leave Behind

Foolish, Foolish, Me

My Soul Is Saved

Nothin But Bad Luck

Habitual Heartbreaker

I'm Goin To Go See My Momma

One More Time

Rollin Fine

The Kind Of Life That I Love

Overtime Junkie

Barrel Racin Beauty

Strange Existence

Hey yall, my name is Tim Knecht and I'm a singer/songwriter from Susanville, California. I play country/folk/blues, and some of the things I write about are love, depression, travelin and my faith in God. Currently touring the US and playing open mics, busking on the streets, and recording new music. Follow me on Facebook/Instagram to see what I'm up to and where I'm at, or if you need to get ahold of me. 

All my music is free and you can download it on SoundCloud. If you like what you hear and feel so obliged, you can donate on my PayPal account. I give you my word, all donations go towards constructive things (gas, food, guitar strings etc..)

Tim Knecht

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