In the End

I was under my hood when my cell phone rang
You can’t climb a bloody mountain in the pouring rain
You don’t give a damn about the miles I drove
From Oklahoma City out to New Mexico

When the days turn into nights and the nights divide the day, I’m still alone in the end

I put my cap on when the doorbell rang
Try to hide from world try to hide from the pain
And you don’t give a damn about what I see
You won’t cross the county line until the blue lights leave

When the days turn into nights and the nights divide the day, I’m still alone in the end

I was standing on the corner when the church bell rang
You wore a white dress that was already stained
You don’t give a shit about what I feel
Still working in the mills trying to bend that steel

When the days turn into nights and the nights divide the day, I’m still alone in the end

I put my head down when the angels sing
Breathe through my lungs and try to tug that chain
And you don’t give a damn about what I believe
What’s a penny worth to the man that bleeds

When the days turn into nights and the nights divide the day, I’m still alone in the end

Still Alone In The End

Rising Sun 

I’m leaving here tomorrow 
On a Nashville bound train 
Through the Shenandoah valley 
Over the Smokey mountain range 
Across the hills of Kentucky, I wanna be like johnny Cash flip my middle finger dressed in black 

Gone Gone Gone 
Like the wind, pain and the guns 
Gone Gone Gone 
With the rising sun 

I’m leaving here tomorrow on a Hollywood bound plane 
Over the Mississippi delta 
Top the Oklahoma plains 
Over the canyons and the prairies I wanna be like James Dean I wanna be cool and I wanna be clean 

Gone Gone Gone 
Like the moon, stars and the sun 
Gone Gone Gone 
With the rising sun 

I’m leaving here tomorrow on Montgomery bound train 
Through the Shenandoah valley 
Over the Smokey Mountain range 
Across the hills of Kentucky, I wanna be like hank set the woods on fire
Call me the timber snake 

Gone Gone Gone 
Like the days, times, their done 
Gone Gone Gone 
With the rising sun 

Gone Gone Gone

Gone With The Rising Sun

Rid the Afternoon Pain 
With a cold beer in my hand
It's the only way to start 
and it's the best place to land

I miss the girl that I've know
Need to drink her off my mind
Miss the girl that I've know
Time to drink her off my mind
 
Mama help me pack my bags
I'm leaving to the shore
When I get my cold size pack 
I'm never coming back no more

Rid the Afternoon Pain 
With a cold beer in my hand
It's the only way to start 
and it's the best place to land

All I need is you
Like a flower needs the rain
All I need is you
Help wash down that pain

Rid the afternoon pain rid the afternoon pain

Mama help me pack my bags
I'm leaving to the shore
When I get my cold size pack 
I'm never coming back no more

Cold Beer In My Hand

Rough and ragged ways of america that go black to the naked eye. The struggles of those fighting addiction is overwhelming and awful.  It's reaching everyone, your mom, dad, brother, sister, friend, uncle, and maybe even yourself. fight and get help there is something better

Basement Sessions

Bobby Sold His Letter Jacket

Leaving my home up in Massachusetts
Snowflakes are blowing across the sky     -------
The Turnpike’s loaded with trailers and truckers
Heading out cross the NY state line -------

Mama won’t you drive me up Ole Whiskey Mountain
Drop the throttle right down and fly into the night
Mama won’t you drive me up Ole Whiskey Mountain
400 to the floor your sucking dust from behind

My wallets in the dash I left beers in the cupboard
The moons overhead I got glare in my eyes -----
Now day break is here 500 miles behind me
Nothing has changed but the changing of time-----

Mama won’t you drive me up Ole Whiskey Mountain
Drop the throttle right down and fly into the night
Mama won’t you drive me up Ole Whiskey Mountain
Put the pedal to the metal we’ll leave them all behind

Mama don’t let your babies grow up
To be cowboys, bankers, lawyers and such
Mama don’t let your babies grow up
To be cowboys, bankers, lawyers and such

Mama won’t you drive me up Ole Whiskey Mountain
Drive me up to the Summit up off into the night
Mama won’t you drive me up Ole Whiskey Mountain
Drive me up through the trees and off into the sky

Ode To Whiskey Mountain

This song is dedicated to our military men and women. Let's help them find their place. They are our true heroes!

Don't turn your back if you think it's over 
Don't walk away in the bottom of the 9th 
Rain is often followed by a rainbow 
I wish rockets would only fly in July 
I thought my Chevrolet would roll on forever
I thought my boots were made to fly
Help me find my way 
Lift me up out of this hiding place
Help me find my way 
Lucks not always found in a clover 
The cards are not always what your dealt 
I wish the train would always roll into the station 
I wish it was back when I was 12 
I thought my boot would stay black forever
I thought my Chevrolet would roll on through the night
Help me find my way 
Lift me up out of this hiding place
So it can be just you and me
Don't turn your back if you think it's over 
Don't walk away in the bottom of the 9th 
I wish rain was often followed by a rainbow 
I wish rockets would only fly in July
Help me find my way 
Lift me up out of this hiding place
So it can be you and me

Hiding Place

1991 was the year I left the sun 
headed east to find a new way 
The fan-belt didn't lie and the oil pressure light 
glowed heavy on my face 

Everybody wants something better 
Something better than the last 
(I know you want me, want me to go but I don’t know I don’t know the way)

The A/C had no cold the gas gauge was reading low 
but I never looked back at that chase 
Greyhounds were made to run down the highway in the setting sun 
Use a dime to call your mom but not your dad 

Everybody wants something better 
Something better than the last 
(I know you want me, want me to go but I don’t know I don’t know the way)

The land of the golden sun meets the great mid-west 
then eats the big red apple 

Everybody wants something better 
Something better than the past

The Great Midwest

The opioid epidemic is the deadliest drug crisis in US history, killing around 64,000 people in 2016 alone.

Who's Pulling the Alarm

Two For The Road

Leaving my home up in Massachusetts
Snowflakes are blowing across the sky    
The Turnpike’s loaded with trailers and truckers
Heading out cross the NY state line 

Mama won’t you drive me up Ole Whiskey Mountain
Drop the throttle right down and fly into the night
Mama won’t you drive me up Ole Whiskey Mountain
Put the pedal to the metal we’ll leave them all behind

My wallets in the dash I left beers in the cupboard
The moons overhead I got glare in my eyes -----
Now day break is here 500 miles behind me
Nothing has changed but the changing of time-----

Mama won’t you drive me up Ole Whiskey Mountain
Drop the throttle right down and fly into the night
Mama won’t you drive me up Ole Whiskey Mountain
400 to the floor your sucking dust from behind

Mama don’t let your babies grow up
To be cowboys, bankers, lawyers and such

Driving all night the stars I could see them
shining all bright like the North Church Light
Turnpike was loaded with trailers and truckers 
shining all bright like that North Church light

Drive Me Up

Rock w/ blues- country- swamp grunge 
3 chords and the almost truth

Whiskey Mountain Revival