Logan Mize - Who Didn't (Official Audio)

Country Music Kinda Night

One Of Us

Roots in This Ground

Bear With Me

Palm Trees & Palm Readers - Jake Owen: Live in Los Angeles

8 Second Ride (Live from the Wiltern Theatre)

LYRICS :

[Verse]
He rode the open plains, with his heart on his sleeve,
A cowboy, a legend, in the stories we believe,
Beneath the painted sky, he'd ride with the wind,
His spirit untamed, his legacy, a sin.

[Verse 2]
From wild saloon fights, to the gold rush days,
He'd spin tales of love, whiskey and gun plays,
But when the fire died down, and the critics disappeared,
He'd lay under the stars, with a heart full of tears.

[Chorus]
Boots under the moonlight, he'd whisper his fears,
Lost in the memories that shaped all these years,
He was more than a cowboy, he was a guiding light,
His legacy, forever burning, in the depths of the night.

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Boots Under The Moonlight

Blackberry Smoke - Living In The Song

This is a cover I did of "Momma's Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys" by Waylon Jennings.

Momma's Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys -Waylon Jennings Cover

A Whistle in the Pines

8:11
TimothyMichaelMusic
16 NOV 2025

V1. 
Eight eleven on a Saturday
I call to check in with my son
I always try to catch him
After his long work week’s done
Some days I leave a message
Others we talk one-on-one
And when his kids join in
Those are my favorite ones

Chorus
Eight eleven on any given night
I turn the porch light on
Another habit I can’t break
Even though the kids are gone
I used to call my momma
But there ain’t a phone line up to heaven
I’m always thinking ‘bout family
When the clock hits eight eleven

V2.
Sunday and Monday at eight eleven
I call my girls to start the week
And chaos always happens
When the grandkids start to speak
It’s fun to make those calls
‘Cos the drives are just too long
But I know at eight eleven
They’ll have their porch lights on

Chorus
Eight eleven on any given night
I turn the porch light on
Another habit I can’t break
Even though the kids are gone
I used to call my momma
But there ain’t a phone line up to heaven
I’m always thinking ‘bout family
When the clock hits eight eleven

Bridge
And my dad still calls me too
Eight eleven any other day
And I always leave the porch light on
If he ever heads my way

Chorus
Eight eleven on any given night
I turn the porch light on
Another habit I can’t break
Even though the kids are gone
I used to call my momma
But there ain’t a phone line up to heaven
I’m always thinking ‘bout family
When the clock hits eight eleven

I’m always thinking ‘bout family
When the clock hits eight eleven






8:11 (2025)

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Logan Mize - Who Didn't (Official Audio)

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