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Out here in the country, life moves slow,  
But there’s a black bear in my trash every night, you know.  
He’s digging through the garbage, making a mess,  
I grab my .45-70, thinking, “I’ll fix this pest.”  

But one evening on the porch, just sipping my beer,  
I felt something warm, and it filled me with fear.  
Turned my head slow, and what did I see?  
That old black bear sittin’ right next to me.  

He had big brown eyes and a friendly grin,  
Like he was saying, “Buddy, let’s not begin.  
I know I’ve been trouble, knocking down your can,  
But how ‘bout we just shake on it, man to man?”  

Now every night on the porch, we’re quite the pair,  
Me and my buddy, that old black bear.  
We drink our beer and watch the sun go down,  
Though he still knocks the trash all over the ground.  

Sometimes he’s a nuisance, sometimes a clown,  
But I’d miss him if he weren’t around.  
A bear for a friend, well, who would’ve guessed?  
Turns out that trouble can bring you the best.  

Now every night on the porch, we’re quite the pair,  
Me and my buddy, that old black bear.  
We drink our beer and watch the sun go down,  
Though he still knocks the trash all over the ground.  

So if you’ve got trouble, don’t be too quick,  
To fire that gun or swing that stick.  
You might just find, like I found here,  
A friend for life who’ll drink your beer.  

The Bear on My Porch

Wake up early, boots on tight,
Camo shirt and scope in sight,
Headin’ out to hunt that bird,
Gobble once and then it’s heard.

Cast a line down by the creek,
Haven’t caught a thing all week,
Crack a beer, just let it sit,
If fish ain’t bitin’, I don’t quit.

Doesn’t make much sense
Or earn a dime
But it’s great fun
Every dang time

Smoke’s risin’ from the back porch pit,
Burnt my ribs but I still commit,
Neighbor’s laughin’ with a plate in hand,
Guess bad cookin’ still ain’t banned.

Got mud on my jeans and ticks on my dog,
Missed that turkey in the morning fog,
But I’m smilin' like I won the fight,
'Cause a bad day's still alright.

Doesn’t make much sense
Or fixes that truck
But it’s great fun
And we don’t give a... duck

Shot a can clean off the fence,
Swore it winked — or maybe I’m just dense,
Lost my hat in the ATV roll,
Laughed so hard I nearly lost control!

So if you're wonderin’ why we roam,
Out in the woods instead of home,
We ain’t got much, but we’ve got sun—
And a crazy weekend just begun!



Sense Of Life

Moonlight blinkin’ through the trees
Warm wind hummin’ with the breeze
Coyote cryin’ out so far
Can’t tell if it’s joy or fear

Dark country, here we go
Dark country, you make me bow
Hearts beat slow, then wild somehow
Dark country, you make me grow

Campfire crackles, shadows dance
Eyes wide open, not by chance
Whispers float on misty ground
Every silence wears a sound

Dark country, here we go
Dark country, you make me bow
Hearts beat slow, then wild somehow
Dark country, you make me grow

There’s a beauty in the chill
When the world stands calm and still
I’m not sure what pulls me in
But I’m not the same where I have been

Dark country, here we go
Dark country, you make me bow
Take my fear and teach me how
To love the night, even now
Dark country, you make me grow

Dark Country

Well I woke up late in my truck bed yawnin’
Got a raccoon starin’ like he owned the mornin’
Cranked that Ford, kicked up some gravel
I got more plans than a backwoods rebel

Fishin’ with beer in my camo canoe
Shootin’ at cans and a possum or two
I live for redneck Saturdays
Yeehaw, Lord bless our golden ways

We ride horses through the dollar store
Tied 'em up out front, they don't mind a whole lot
Shotguns in the rack, dogs in the back
Got a duck call ringtone and a deer trail app

Offroading high where the mud gets thick
Scarecrow bowlin' with a watermelon kick
I live for redneck Saturdays
Yeehaw, Lord bless our golden ways

Got a kiddie pool full o’ catfish fryin’
Used motor oil? Nah, we ain't lyin'
Billy’s grillin' ribs with a blowtorch flame
And Uncle Cletus won the outhouse game

We’re fishin’ with Slim Jims tied to a string
Shootin’ old boots just to hear ‘em ping
I live for redneck Saturdays
Yeehaw, Lord bless our golden ways

We built a zipline from the barn to the creek
Tied with duct tape—holds good for a week
Bet my cousin ten bucks he’d ride it bare
He screamed like a goat, but he made it there!

Now some folks go dancin’ or shoppin’ in town
But we drop pumpkins from the roof for sound
Huntin’ squirrels in our Sunday jeans
And racin’ lawnmowers till someone screams

And if my darlin’ says, “You better grow up,”
I’ll say, “Only if my truck won’t start up!”
I live for redneck Saturdays
God made mud for men like us, I say

Yeah, it’s mullet flappin’, bass hook snappin’
Melon-smashin’, moonshine tappin’
Redneck Saturdays…
And I wouldn’t trade ‘em for nothin’, no way!

Redneck Saturdays

I was young and broke, just tryin' to find my way,
Yeah, I was young and broke, tryin' to make it day by day,
They said “You got time,” but that time just slipped away.

Had big dreams, but my pockets had a hole,
Yeah, dreams so wide, but that change couldn't fill a bowl,
I said, “One day I’ll live,” now I’m just tryin’ to stroll.

Now I’m old and gray, but the money still ain’t there,
Yeah, I’m old and gray, got nothin’ but time to spare,
They say, “You should’ve lived,” but life just wasn’t fair.

If you’re young, you’re told “Just wait your turn,”
Yeah, when you’re young, they say, “First you gotta learn,”
But when you’re old, it’s too late — that’s the hardest burn.

So if you got a dime, and a dream in your hand,
Yeah, if you got a dime, better do what you planned,
‘Cause time keeps movin’, it won’t ever understand.

Too young, too old, too broke to play the game,
Yeah, too young, too old — it all ends up the same,
Singin’ this blues 'cause life don’t play fair — that’s the name.


Too Young, Too Old, Too Broke Blues

Down in the valley where everyone goes,
Dance floor’s bloomin’ with them wild rose shows.
Hair done high and boots knee-deep,
They ain't the kind you win or keep.

Boys line up like fools in heat,
Spinnin’ their stories and tappin’ their feet.
Big belt buckles and worn-out lines,
Just tryin’ to get a rose to smile one time.

But I just sit on this ol' barstool,
Let ‘em play the game, I don’t play the fool.
Them wild roses might be runnin’ free,
But one day soon, they'll come to me.

Bar flies buzzin', easy to catch,
But a wild rose? She don’t match that batch.
She's got fire behind them eyes,
Tests your heart and sees through lies.

They act like queens, demand a show,
Want a man who steals the whole damn rodeo.
But I ain’t here to wear no crown,
Just waitin’ till she slows down.

But I just sit on this ol' barstool,
Let ‘em play the game, I don’t play the fool.
Them wild roses might be runnin’ free,
But one day soon, they'll come to me.

It ain’t ‘bout flash or fancy words,
It’s the quiet ones that get heard.
And when that wild rose's thorns grow tired,
She’ll come lookin’ for a steady fire.

So I sit and sip, my hat tipped low,
While the circus puts on another show.
‘Cause I know what I believe—
One of them wild roses’ll come to me.

Yeah, wild roses don’t come easy,
But the best things never do.
And when she’s done with playin’ queen,
She’ll find a king that’s true.


Wild Roses

He came down the pass with the wind on his back,
No name to be spoken, no trail to track.
A whisper of gunfire, a flicker of flame,
He rides through the silence, but none know his name.

The town held its breath as he passed through the square,
The lawman long buried, no justice to spare.
He spoke not a word, just the sun in his eyes—
A ghost made of thunder beneath prairie skies.

Oh... Dust and blood... on the western plain,
He rides alone... through the wind and pain.
No home to call... no love remains,
Only the echo... of his slain.

They say he once loved, but the fire turned cold,
Her ring in his pocket, her name never told.
Each shot he now fires, each grave that he makes,
Is a toll for the vow that his dead heart still takes.

Now the sunset bleeds where the buzzards descend,
And the dust swirls up like the soul of a friend.
The saloon doors creak as the tale finds its close,
And the rider moves on where the black coyote goes.

Oh... Dust and blood... on the western plain,
He rides alone... through the wind and pain.
No prayers, no cross, no marked terrain,
Only the silence... and the rain.

Dust and Blood

Sunrise bleeds through the pine tree light,
Coffee brewin' in the hush of night.
No traffic screams, no concrete chains,
Just a red dirt road and a porch-bound train.

Crickets sing what the radio missed,
Freedom found in a backwoods kiss.
Ain’t no boss here callin’ my name,
Only the wind, wild and untamed.

Back country soul, I ain’t for sale—
My heart beats slow where the fast life fails.

Old dog layin’ by my worn-out boots,
Truth grows deep like pecan roots.
Ain’t got much, but I got it all—
Stars so close, you can hear 'em call.

No neon signs, no sirens cry,
Just a big sky church and a whippoorwill high.
Here I pray with dirt on my hands,
A holy hymn only nature understands.

Back country soul, I ain’t for sale—
My heart beats slow where the fast life fails.

They paved the road out there with gold and steel,
But peace lives where the wild stays real.


Back Country

He rode in from the canyon with the dust upon his face,
A shadow in the saddle, gone without a trace.
They whispered of his legend, how he drew so fast and cruel,
With the devil’s hand upon him, and a heart as cold as steel.

He burned a trail through border towns, the lawmen feared his name,
A ghost in black with fire eyes, untouched by guilt or shame.
But one old preacher told him, "Son, no soul is ever damned,
If you drop that iron vengeance... and let go the devil’s hand."

The devil’s hand, it gripped him tight,
A fist of smoke and lead and night,
But somewhere deep, the good remained,
A seed that sprouted through the pain.
Now he rides with a star upon his chest,
For the broken and the blessed,
He’s the law across this land…
No longer bound by the devil’s hand.


He found a rancher’s daughter and a town besieged by fear,
With farmers pushed and beaten by the gang he once rode near.
He pinned that tin star to his vest, and swore to make a stand,
With steady aim and weathered will, he raised his rambling hand.

The outlaws came like thunder, wild and sure they’d win,
But he faced ‘em like a mountain, made of fire and wind.
One by one they fell away, like smoke upon the sand,
As justice carved a brand new path through the devil’s hand.

The devil’s hand, once black as coal,
Now guards the meek with a steadier soul,
He traded rage for a rifle’s peace,
Swore the cycle would finally cease.
Now he rides with a star upon his chest,
For the broken and the blessed,
He’s the law across this land…
No longer bound by the devil’s hand.

So raise a glass for the outlaw turned man,
Who fought the fire and took his stand.
He left behind that cursed brand…
And broke the hold of the devil’s hand.



The Devil’s Hand

Out where the Rio runs dusty and dry,
Rides a Ranger 'neath the red Texas sky.
Worn-out boots and a Bible in hand,
Sworn to bring peace to a lawless land.

He don't say much, just tips his hat,
Justice rides where he's sleepin' at.
Through Comanche wind and outlaw tide,
He walks alone on a lone star ride.

South came raiders cross the border wide,
Smugglin’ silver with no place to hide.
He tracked 'em down through mesquite and thorn,
Cold steel flashin’ by the light of morn.

He don't say much, just tips his hat,
Justice rides where he's sleepin' at.
Through Comanche wind and outlaw tide,
He walks alone on a lone star ride.

He don’t take sides, just keeps the peace,
In a world where the law is the wildest beast.
He’s seen the blood, he’s heard the cry,
But he won’t stop ‘til the day he dies.

Smoke on the hills, trouble brewin' near,
Whispers of war ridin’ close in his ear.
But the badge still shines, worn and true,
A lone man standin' for the red, white, and blue.

He don't say much, just tips his hat,
Justice rides where he's sleepin' at.
Through Comanche wind and outlaw tide,
He walks alone on a lone star ride.

Yeah, he walks alone on a lone star ride...
Under God, with the West as his guide.

Lone Star Ride

Dust on the wind, blood in the sand,
A preacher rides west with a book in his hand.
Chains on the hills, fire in the sky,
The law’s just a word where the cold bullets fly.

He came from the East with a song on his breath,
Dreamin’ of peace in a land full of death.
He carved out a name with his back to the wall,
One foot in glory, the other in fall.

This land don’t know right from wrong,
It just sings the devil’s song.
You pray to the Lord, but you ride with the damned,
Where Heaven and Hell walk hand in hand.
Heaven and Hell… ride hand in hand.

Steel in the moonlight, wolves in the pine,
Gold feeds the hunger that poisons the spine.
The whiskey runs deep, but the sins run wide,
Every man’s got a ghost he can’t outride.

A child cries in a burned-down town,
The angels turned their faces down.
Justice wears a crooked star,
And mercy never rides too far.

This land don’t bend to holy men,
It breaks the pure, and bleeds the pain.
You curse the sky, but you hold out your hand,
Where Heaven and Hell draw the same line in sand.
Heaven and Hell… draw the line in sand.

And the wind still moans through the canyons wide…
Where dreams go to die… and the dead never lie.

Heaven and Hell

Well I woke up this mornin’, in my boots and my jeans,
Spillin’ beer on my dog, watchin’ NASCAR on the screen.
My truck don't run, but she still looks mean,
Got a lift kit higher than my self-esteem.

'Cause every song's 'bout trucks, dogs, and beers,
Some heartbreak tale that'll bring ya to tears.
If I sing 'bout my ex and a rodeo clown,
Y’all better know it's goin’ straight to number one now.
Yeah, it’s a country song, makin’ fun of itself—
Somebody hand me my belt buckle from the shelf.

Mama left Dad for a man in a band,
With a mullet so fine and a spray-tanned hand.
Now he sings sad songs with a fake southern twang,
He’s from New Jersey, but he still says "dang."

'Cause every song's got banjos and trains,
Moonshine stills and some made-up pains.
I lost my job and my last two teeth,
But my Spotify’s gold and my boots still squeak.
Yeah, it’s a country song that don’t need no help,
Just three chords and some barbecue smells.

We write hits ‘bout fishin’, and girls named Jolene,
Even though my bass boat ain't been out since '13.
If rhyming “beer” with “deer” is a sin,
Then Lord, I'm goin’ back to Nashville again!

Now I’m singin’ ‘bout singin’ 'bout trucks and dogs,
And my cousin Earl who lives in a bog.
If this don’t chart, then the world’s gone wrong,
‘Cause it’s the most country of any country songs.
Yeah, I'll made a fortune pokin’ fun at myself—
Now my gold record’s sittin’ on my taxidermy shelf.

So if you hear this on the radio late one night,
Just remember: I'm wrong... but I'm redneck right.

Ain't no Tractor

I took the road where the map ran dry,
Under a bloodshot desert sky.
Bootprints fade in the dust behind,
No one comes back, and no one minds.

This is dead country, bones in the sand,
Buzzards circle where I made my stand.
You don't get lost — you're just left to die,
Out here where the coyotes cry.

Fell through ice on a mountain trail,
Froze with a grin when my fire failed.
Drank bad water from a silver stream,
Woke up choking on a dying dream.

This is dead country, don’t bring a plan,
The devil don’t care what shape you're in.
You trip one step, and you don’t come back,
Just another ghost on a outdoor track.

Saddle broke on a canyon ride,
Horse ran off, left me high and dry.
Ain’t much use in screamin’ loud —
The hills just echo back your doubt.

Snake in the boot, wolf at the door,
Fool’s gold buried in a rotting floor.
Left my name on a canyon wall —
Hope they read it when the cliffs fall.

Lit a fire near a dry pine tree,
Burned half the valley just tryin’ to see.
Guess my dumb luck finally won —
Went out brighter than the settin’ sun.

This is dead country, blood in the clay,
A hundred died tryin’ to find their way.
No prayers rise, no angels land —
Only silence in this dead country band.

Dead Country

Wake up early, boots on tight,
Sun peekin’ over them hills so bright.
Got my hands on the wheel of that old John Deere,
Same way Daddy did year after year.

We plow it deep and seed it right,
Pray for rain and morning light.
Corn grows tall through sweat and pride,
on this old field in the countryside.

Drop that seed in a row so straight,
Hope it grows, don’t tempt fate.
Hands in the soil, sweat on my brow,
Ain’t no shortcut, just the way we know how.

Ain’t just dirt, it’s blood and pride—
This old field keeps our dreams alive.
Corn grows tall through sweat and pride,
on this old field in the countryside.

Grandpa taught me, and I’ll teach mine,
Keep that corn standin’ tall in line.
Come October, when the stalks turn gold,
We gather it up, just like days of old.

Corn rows tall in the mid-July sun,
Workin’ this land till the day is done.
Corn grows tall through sweat and pride,
on this old field in the countryside.

Yeah, this old field keeps our dreams alive…
For the young, for the old, for the ones yet to arrive.


This ol Field

Down in the bayou where the law don't go,
Where the gators grin and the cold winds blow,
I laid my wrath in a bed o’ mud,
Now it walks like a man with cypress blood.

That water runs black, and the sky turns red—
Don’t ask no questions when the preacher’s dead.
Ain’t no cross can save what the demons owe,
Don’t dig too deep where the stories grow.

She done kissed my neck with a blade in her boot,
Told me lies in lace and a silver tooth.
Took my heart, now I take what’s mine—
One by one 'til the stars don't shine.

That water runs black, and the sky turns red—
Don’t ask no questions when the preacher’s dead.
Ain’t no cross can save what the demons owe,
Don’t dig too deep where the stories grow.

Found that preacher by the sawgrass bend,
Prayin’ loud, tryin’ to buy his end.
But the swamp don't bargain, and neither do I—
He screamed “Lord save me!” while the owls flew by.

That water runs black, and the sky turns red—
Don’t ask no questions when the preacher’s dead.
Ain’t no cross can save what the demons owe,
Don’t dig too deep where the stories grow.

So if ya hear a moan from the cypress shade,
Don’t follow that sound—don't test that blade.
Cuz the roots run deep where the blood once fell,
And the swamp keeps secrets better’n hell.


Cypress Blood

I dug a grave for my better self,
Next to daddy’s truck and mama’s help,
The preacher said I’m heaven-bound—
But hell still owes me rent in town.

Midnight don’t mean nothin’ 'til your lies start cryin’,
Whiskey tells the truth but keeps on lyin’.
I married the silence just to hear her scream,
Truth's just a dare in a dead man’s dream.

I shot my past in a rearview prayer,
Then blamed the smoke on the county fair.
God’s in the mirror with a crooked grin—
Said, “Son, confess what you never did.”

Midnight don’t mean nothin’ 'til your sins start singin’,
Shame wears lace and my ears keep ringin’.
I not kissed the devil ‘cause the angels fled,
But I still wear black when I make my bed.

So I walk backwards through tomorrow’s mud,
Hidin’ clean hands in a stranger’s blood.
Heaven’s full—so I’ll wait outside,
Whistlin’ secrets that never died.

Midnight don’t Mean Nothin’

Way out yonder where the tall grass rolls,
'Neath the shadow of the big sky’s soul,
Gathered braves with painted pride,
‘Fore the thunder of the white man’s ride.

In a circle 'round the sacred flame,
Danced the Lakota, callin’ names—
Of spirits, winds, and buffalo cry,
While eagles watched from the burnin’ sky.

Raise that cry to the Great Spirit’s hand,
Bleed the earth, feel the fire, understand—
That the stars been whisperin’ a deadly plan,
Comin’ down like judgment on this land.
Before the dust kicks up and the rifles roar,
Let the Sun Dance shake the earth once more.

Old Crazy Horse stood still as stone,
Saw a vision he dared not own.
In the smoke, a river red as wine,
And a man in blue crossin’ a blood-drawn line.

Sittin’ Bull with eyes gone deep,
Dreamt of soldiers layin’ in heaps,
Like grass in summer’s wicked drought,
And the drums just beat that promise out.

Raise that cry to the Great Spirit’s hand,
Bleed the earth, feel the fire, understand—
That the stars been whisperin’ a deadly plan,
Comin’ down like judgment on this land.
Before the dust kicks up and the rifles roar,
Let the Sun Dance shake the earth once more.

Oh Custer rode with that golden hair,
Swagger full and a thousand-yard stare.
But no cavalry horn, no sabre shine,
Can outrun the fate writ in the pines.

Under cotton clouds and God's own dome,
Those plains became a spirit's home.
And when the sun rose the next day bright,
There was silence where once was fight.

So raise that cry to the Great Spirit’s hand,
Bleed the earth, feel the fire, understand—
That the stars done whispered their final stand,
For the pride of a people and the soul of the land.
Before the dust kicked up and the rifles roared,
They danced for truth, for life, and more.

Yeah, they danced 'neath the sun with fire in their veins,
While the winds foretold Custer’s last campaign...

Sun Dance

The pine trees whispered low last night,
Where the eagle took her flight,
Over hills so black, so deep and wide,
Where the spirits used to hide.
Gold was found and the word got loose,
Men came runnin’ with their news
Guns and picks, dreams in hand,
To tear the heart from Lakota land.

Oh Black Hills, cry your tears,
For the blood and the broken years.
What was sacred, now lies still—
Dreams got buried in them hills.
There’s gold in the ground, 
but the cost was steep,
And the mountains never sleep.
They remember every name,
Every soul that died in vain.

Buffalo ran, then disappeared,
Quiet plains now filled with fear.
The rivers ran dark with mud and grief,
While miners prayed to a god called “rich.”
Campfires burned where the stars should shine,
Whiskey, greed, and a pickaxe line.
They came for gold, but they dug up bones—
Left behind a land of stones.

Oh Black Hills, cry your tears,
For the blood and the broken years.
What was sacred, now lies still—
Dreams got buried in them hills.
There’s gold in the ground, 
but the cost was steep,
And the mountains never sleep.
They remember every name,
Every soul that died in vain.

Now the wind still moans through them trees,
Carryin’ ghosts on a mournin’ breeze.
You can hear ‘em sing if you listen right,
Under the stars in the pale moonlight.

Soldiers marched and promises broke,
Treaties turned to guns and smoke.
The Lakota cried, the miners cheered,
But heaven closed its eyes in fear.

Children played where the grass once grew,
Now there’s nothin’ but dust and dew.
Old elk trails turned into tracks,
Where wagon wheels won’t turn back.
Gold can blind a poor man’s soul,
Make a heaven feel ice cold.
But no rich man ever stayed—
Just took his shine and walked away.

Oh Black Hills, cry your tears,
For the blood and the broken years.
What was sacred, now lies still—
Dreams got buried in them hills.
You can take the gold, take the land,
But you’ll never own what you don’t understand.
The Black Hills ain’t forgot,
They remember all we lost.

Black Hills Doom

They grew up where the cornfields kiss the sky,
Fishin’ in the creek, raisin’ hell on Friday nights.
Four-wheel drives and mama’s fried chicken,
Never thought they’d leave, but the world came tickin’.

Old glory flyin’ on the front porch rail,
Church on Sunday, growin’ cane without fail.
When that call came knockin’ from Uncle Sam,
They traded boots and spurs for a battle plan.

Country boys with a rifle in hand,
Leavin’ home to fight in a foreign land.
From backwoods calm to a war-torn zone,
But they still hear sweet Dixie callin’ them home.

From Georgia pines to a desert storm,
They learned real fast what that camo’s for.
Through grit and prayers and old dog tags,
They wore their roots like a proud ol’ flag.

One came back with a Purple Heart,
One stayed behind, but he ain’t far.
They carved their names in sacrifice,
Raised on dirt but paid freedom’s price.

Country boys with a rifle in hand,
Leavin’ home to fight in a foreign land.
From backwoods calm to a war-torn zone,
But they still hear sweet Dixie callin’ them home.

Now every small town bar’s got tales to tell,
Of boys who left and fought like hell.
So here’s to them with a toast and a tear—
The pride of the South, forever held dear.

Fight in a Foreign Land

Well I didn’t pay my taxes, and I don’t regret it much,
The IRS can’t repossess my grandma’s Sunday touch.
I skipped jury duty ‘cause it was Mama’s birthday pie,
And I’d rather face a judge than see her sweet tea run dry.

The law says stop, but my heart says go,
Where the barbecue’s hot and the moonshine flows.
Yeah, I trust in grace more than Uncle Sam,
And I hug my kin like a full-grown man.

I got a cousin named Willie, he sells bait and beer,
He ain’t licensed proper, but he’s got the best deer.
We fish off a bridge with a “No Trespass” sign,
But the Lord made the fishin’ and the water just fine.

I don't salute bills, but I tip my hat
To a potluck dinner and a friendly chat.
Yeah, my gospel’s fried and my faith don’t bend,
And I trust my dog more than Congressmen.

Now I ain’t sayin’ laws don’t matter,
But they ain’t what holds me together.
It’s Sunday hymns and front porch talk,
Not courtroom suits or Capitol walks.

I’ll pass on rules for a friend in need,
And I’ll bury your secrets like a seed.
So if breakin’ a law means I lend a hand…
Then lock me up with a gospel band.

More than Uncle Sam

I got a mullet like a possum tail,
Boots so loud they leave a diesel trail.
I sing ‘bout trucks, dogs, beer, and pain,
But dang ol’ radio won’t play my name!

I mailed my demo on a scratchy CD,
With a six-pack coupon and a selfie of me.
I’m better than Garth, Tim, and ol’ George Strait—
But that radio man won’t let me be great!

Play me, Jacob, I’m a honky-tonk flame
Hotter than a grill at a tailgate game!

I done tattooed “Nashville” on my chest,
Right under where my mama says, “God bless.”
I rhymed “beer” with “deer” and “heartache stew,”
That’s classic country—shoot, who knew?

I parked outside that station for a week,
Played ‘Freebird’ naked with a chew between me teeth.
But radio guys just stared through the blinds so cold,
Like my platinum dreams weren’t solid gold!

Play me, Jacob, I’m a honky-tonk flame
Hotter than a grill at a tailgate game!

So if you hear this, Jacob, you radio clown,
Know there’s a star in this town wearin’ the future  country crown!

Play the Game

I’ve seen Vermont in autumn blaze like fire in the trees,
And tasted maple syrup that could bring a grown man to his knees.
New York’s got that skyline, Boston's got that fight,
But I still dream of Bama stars on a backroad Friday night.

Alabama ain't heaven, but is much better,
Got red clay dreams in any weather.
Ain’t no halos, we shine just fine,
With a six-pack sunset and a backwoods shrine.

Them Great Lakes shine like silver, and Maine’s got lobster gold,
There’s steel-town sweat in Pittsburgh that’ll never do what it's told.
I drank whiskey in Kentucky, heard a fiddle in the rain,
But when that southern thunder calls, I’m hoppin' on a train.

Them northern girls wear Carhartt coats and don’t take any flack,
They’ll outdrink you in a blizzard and still split their own stack.
Much respect for that cold courage, for their fire and their snow,
But give me heat and humid nights where the fireflies steal the show.

Alabama ain't heaven, but is much better,
Girls wear boots and lace together.
We don’t need wings, we got four-wheel drive,
And a porchlight faith that keeps dreams alive.

There’s kindness in Ohio, where the cornfields kiss the sky,
And Philly folks will feed you first, then punch you if you lie.
I’ve seen the best of Yankee hearts, they work and love damn hard,
But my roots grow deep in Bama dirt, in my soul and in my scars.

Yeah, heaven's fine if you're a saint, but I still cuss and bleed,
I’d rather die in Tuscaloosa with a cooler full of need.
Give me fireflies over harps, give me smoke and old regrets,
'Cause in Alabama, even sinners don't forget.

Alabama ain't heaven, but is much better,
We sin with style and pray with leather.
Ain’t no crown, but we wear pride,
With a shot of truth and a hell of a ride.



Alabama ain't Heaven

Friday rolls ‘round, boots hit the ground,
Trucks start pullin’ up from all over town.
Coolers full and the pit's lit bright,
We’re gonna raise some hell ‘til the morning light.

Jenny’s got that red dress, boots to match,
Swayin’ to the beat with a little sass.
Jake’s got his guitar, strummin’ true,
Pickin’ old Merle while sippin’ on brew.

Just babes, booze, and barbecue —
That’s the holy trinity I knew.
Out here where the sky's still blue,
We ain't got much, but we make do.
Good friends, good flames, and a hell of a view —
Just babes, booze, and barbecue.

Sparks fly up from a backyard flame,
Laughter mixin’ with a country refrain.
No suits, no ties, just denim and dirt,
With a kiss on my neck and some BBQ shirt.

Sunset fades into a moonshine haze,
We slow dance close in a smoky blaze.
Old dogs bark and the kids run free,
It’s the kind of night that sets your soul at ease.

Just babes, booze, and barbecue —
That’s the holy trinity I knew.
Out here where the pride's rule,
We ain't got much, but we make do.
Good friends, good flames, and a hell of a view —
Just babes, booze, and Barbecue.

Now Monday’s comin’, but we don’t care,
We’ve got tonight and some cold night air.
With arms around shoulders and hearts in tune,
We’ll sing this song ‘neath the Southern moon.

Just babes, booze, and barbecue —
That’s the holy trinity I knew.
Out here where the heart's still true,
We ain't got much, but we make do.
Good friends, good flames, and a hell of a view —
Just babes, booze, and barbecue.

We don’t need riches or a penthouse suite,
Just a tailgate down and some smoked-up meat.
A kiss from her, a sip of brew,
And a fire that burns the whole night through.

Just babes, booze, and barbecue —
That’s the holy trinity I knew.
A Southern man don’t need much more,
Just a porch, a pit, and an open door.

Babes, Booze and Barbecue

I was raised where the corn grows tall,
Out where the creek cuts through the red clay wall.
Daddy taught me how to shoot and pray,
Said, “Boy, protect what you got every single day.”

I don’t take kindly to folks in suits,
Tellin’ me what I can or can’t do.
This ain’t about rage, it’s about right,
To stand my ground in the dead of night.

My land, my gun, my laws.

I ain’t lookin’ for a fight to start,
But I won’t bow down, I won’t lose heart.
Don’t need no badge to tell me what’s fair,
I live by truth, and I breathe free air.

You can write your rules up in D.C.,
But they don't run down here where I'm free.
I’ll shake your hand, but I won't run,
'Cause liberty don’t come from anyone.

My land, my gun, my laws.

It’s not about hate, it’s about respect,
For the blood and the sweat that my kin protect.
From the woods to the hills, to the county line,
This soul and soil, they’re both mine.

So if you come knockin’ with some plan,
To take what’s earned by the workin’ man,
You best be ready to understand,
Freedom’s not a gift — it's a stand.

My land, my gun, my laws.
My land, my gun, my laws.

My Land, My Gun, My Laws

I got a duck in the bathtub, a goat on the porch
Mama's cookin' possum with a flaming torch
Cousin Earl's fishin' in a kiddie pool
And Daddy just turned the shed into a school

Bless my redneck heart, it beats just fine
In a double-wide palace with some homemade wine
We watch NASCAR on the satellite dish
And the dog eats better than cousin Trish

Got a tire swing hangin' from the satellite tower
A wedding at the Waffle House happy hour
I do my hair with a can of beer
And my shotgun’s pink with a Hello Kitty sticker, dear

Bless my redneck heart, it beats just fine
In a double-wide palace with some homemade wine
My lawnmower's faster than your new car
And we honeymooned at the local bar

We fry everything 'til it ain't got shape
And duct tape's holdin' up the garden gate
I wear my boots with my wedding gown
And I wave at cows when I drive through town

Bless my redneck heart, it beats just fine
In a double-wide palace with some homemade wine
Got tattoos spelled wrong down my spine
And I still think mullets are a real good sign

Redneck Queen

Woke up late, sun beatin’ down
Flat tire on the way outta town
Loaded the truck with the gang and gear
Cooler full of hopes and ice-cold beer

Pulled up to the lake with a bang and a backfire
Boat wouldn’t start, then it caught on fire
Jimmy grabbed a hose but sprayed ol' Dan
Now he’s half wet and smellin’ like Spam

But hey, we’re laughin’ in the weather
Soaked in beer and barbecue together
Dog ran off with the ribs, no one could catch her
But it doesn’t matter, life’s only getting better!

Tried to fish with a stick and string
Hooked my hat, not a single thing
Then Joe brought out his granddad’s gun
Said, “We ain’t catchin’ fish, let’s just have fun!”

Shot at a can, hit the boat by mistake
Plugged a hole—now it floats like a rake
Dog came back with a skunk in her mouth
We all jumped in and swam it out

Yeah, we’re soaked and smellin’ like leather
But this mess just ties us closer together
Smoke in our eyes, but hearts light as a feather
'Cause it doesn’t matter, life’s only getting better!

We ain’t fancy, but we’re rich in laughs
Countin’ stories in the aftermath
Broken chairs and burnt hot dogs
We’re kings and queens in cut-off logs

Yeah, the boat's sinkin’ and we lost the tether
But the sky’s still blue, and we’re light as a feather
With beer in hand, and a pack of go-getters
It doesn’t matter, life’s only getting better!

Life's only getting better

She grew up where the cornfields sway,
Feedin' cows and bailin' hay,
Boots in dirt, sky stretchin' wide,
Nothin’ but peace on her countryside.

One fine mornin’ she got a plan,
Hopped in her truck, gas can in hand,
Headed off to the shoppin’ zone,
But that ol’ city done shook her bones.

Big lights flashin’, horns all loud,
No good parkin', too much crowd,
Folks all yellin’ out in the mall,
Then came shots and a cop car call.
She said, “Lord, just get me home,
Ain’t no peace in all this chrome,”
She missed the cows, the creek, the charm—
She just wanted back to the farm.

Right 'fore noon the store got hit,
Robbers ran and folks just split,
She ducked low in aisle three,
Thinkin', “Lord, this ain't for me.”

Made her way out, heart beatin’ fast,
City life don’t never last,
Saw a sign: “Guns, Gold & Pawn”
Pulled right in, turned her blinkers on.

Big lights flashin’, horns all loud,
Sirens screamin', scared-up crowd,
Found herself a .45,
Old and worn, but still alive.
She said, “Lord, just get me home,
Where I don’t need to pack no chrome,”
She missed the cows, the creek, the charm—
She just wanted back to the farm.

That ol’ 1911’s scarred and tough,
Seen some wars, it’s built real rough.
She don’t want no city fight,
Just a way to sleep at night.

Now she’s back on her gravel road,
Windin’ past that cotton load,
Ain’t no screamin’, ain’t no fear,
Just whippoorwills and whitetail deer.
She said, “Praise the Lord, I’m home,
I’ll take crickets over phones,”
She kissed the porch with her lucky charm—
That war-torn gun, and her peaceful farm.

Back to the Farm

I came from the city, tall buildings, bright lights
Never knew the country, or them swampy nights
Granddad said “Boy, it’s time you see my world”
Packed up my bag, and down south I swirled

I don’t wanna go back to the city no more
No, I don’t wanna go back to the city no more
Out here the airboat’s flyin’, gators splashin’ wide
That swamp wind’s got me grinnin’ like a child inside
I don’t wanna go back to the city no more

We cast out a line, sun burnin’ my back
Granddad laughin’ hard when I nearly lost the jack
Mud on the tires, four wheels spin around
Never felt so free, flyin’ over that ground

I don’t wanna go back to the city no more
No, I don’t wanna go back to the city no more
I’m hooked on that feelin’, fish jumpin’ strong
With country roads hummin’, I’m where I belong
I don’t wanna go back to the city no more

Saw an old gator creepin’ through the lawn
Granddad raised his .44, and that gator was gone
Neighbors came by, with ribs on the fire
Stories and laughter just kept climbin’ higher

I don’t wanna go back to the city no more
No, I don’t wanna go back to the city no more
Smoke in the night sky, good friends all around
This Everglades life is the best that I’ve found
I don’t wanna go back to the city no more

City lights fade in my memory slow
Out here in the swamp is the place I know
Cicadas are singin’, the night feels alive
And somethin’ inside me is startin’ to thrive

Mosquitos bitin’, stars shinin’ bright
Then I saw her smile in the firelight
A country girl’s eyes, cut through the haze
She stole my heart in the Everglades

I don’t wanna go back to the city no more
No, I don’t wanna go back to the city no more
Her hand in mine, we danced till the dawn
Now the swamp is my home, it’s where I belong
I don’t wanna go back to the city no more

I don’t wanna go back to the city no more
No, I don’t wanna go back to the city no more
Got my girl by my side, granddad smilin’ proud
This Everglades life is forever mine now
I don’t wanna go back to the city no more


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