Here's a song I wrote and played.

"ST. FRANCIS"

Well his friends all called him "Frank"
But his momma named him Francis
The patron saint of stow-a-ways
And stray dogs on the run

By 18 they told Francis
He was out of second chances
And Huntsville had a room reserved
For Momma's favorite son

Them twelve months they moved slower than
A free man's mind can understand
'Cause he ain't never had to trade
His Marlboros for air

But doing time can free your mind
And every Sunday morning
Francis heard just what the Word
Could do for him out there

John the Baptist never asked
For his day in the sun
He was only doing what the
Good Lord wanted done

But Francis took another look
On what it all had meant
Salvation's free, but as for me
I'll take my ten percent

Now the day that Francis' debt was paid
He put a suit on lay-a-way
A three piece herringbone in blue
And patent leather shoes

Momma thought that he was playing games
When he asked her for her King James
He just smiled and said
"No ma'am, I'm off to share the News"

John the Baptist never asked
For his day in the sun
No, he was only doing what the
Good Lord wanted done

But Francis took another look
On what it all had meant
Salvation's free, but as for me
I'll take my ten percent

Francis had the gift of gab
A smile that brought you in
Hit his Momma's book club first
Then the local five and ten

Before a week had come and gone
The flock he'd gathered up had grown
So wide that his
'85 Trans Am was born again

John the Baptist never asked
For his day in the sun
He was only doing what the
Good Lord wanted done

But Francis took another look
On what it all had meant
Salvation's free, but as for me
I'll take my ten percent

Francis

Here's a song I wrote and played.

I don't mean to sound like I'm ungrateful
And I know that that ain't no great place to start
But if we're being honest, that's the hardest part

I don't mean to sound like every other 
Jilted lover you tore apart
But if we're being honest, that's the hardest part

I can't even blame you
I would never claim to know
A decent work of art
That's the hardest part

Now there's no chance you'll remember
Twenty years from now, I'm just your shooting star
See that's the hardest part

I don't mean to make feel uneasy
It's just seeing you like this, it's so bizarre
I thought the sight of you alone would please me
But it turns out it's become the hardest part

Now I can't even blame you
I would never claim to know
A decent work of art
That's the hardest part

Now there's no chance you'll remember
Twenty years from now, I'm just your shooting star
See that's the hardest part

The Hardest Part

Here's a song I wrote and played.

It ain't got that showroom shine
Like it had once upon a time
When things like that were worth more than they cost

Two hundred thousand miles ago
We thought it'd given up the ghost
But it turns out some wires had gotten crossed

When they ask me how we've done it
All these years and we're still runnin strong
I tip my hat

I point to that old four wheel drive
That rolled the line in '85 and say
"It's just like that"

"You make sure she ain't runnin hot
And if she is then son, you've gotta
Know that it's your job to make it right

"Oh you'll get out what you put in
This road that you've been travelin
Ain't for the faint of heart to drive at night
That's where you're at
It's just like that"

In 1954 her father 
Bought a guitar for his daughter
A brand new Telecaster off the wall

She played it nearly everyday
Until the day he passed away
And set it in a closet down the hall

And when her son turned ten years old
She pulled out that tweed case and told him
All about the day that they had spent

Yeah when she opened up that case
Man, y'all just should've seen my face
Though it'd be years 'til I knew what it meant

"Just make sure that the band is hot
And if it ain't then son, you gotta
Know that it's your job to make it right

"Oh you'll get out what you put in
This road that you've been travelin
Ain't for the faint of heart to drive at night
That's where you're at
It's just like that"

Now don't you let a bit of rust
And scratches in the paint
Make you believe that it ain't
Worth your time at all

No it's just seen a bit of weather
We got through this storm together
And I've got tales one hundred stories tall

And that where I'm at
It's just like that

Just Like That

Here's a song I wrote and played.

If I rang you up 
On a Saturday
And I told that I thought 
We ought to run away

Would you laugh at me
Would you take a beat
Would you pack a bag
And meet me on 183

Out by the Park & Ride
Leander Station
Or is this another one way conversation

If I rang you up
On a Saturday
Valerie

When the lion roars
Do you understand
Can you tell tomorrow's promise
In the desert sand

And it all burns down
Would you walk away
Would I find your shadow chasing
The last light of day

No, I know you'll stay
Stay right here with me
We'll be dancing in the ashes
'Til we're old and gray

That's a guarantee
Just you wait and see
Valerie

Valerie

Running After Me

Here's a song I wrote and played.

"The First Song"

Lately I ain't been myself
I don't remember how
Maybe you can help me to recall

Seems like only yesterday
I took my final bow
Out the door before the cannonball

Let me try to get myself collected
Let me try to find where I went wrong
If this all feels somewhat disconnected
Keep in mind it's only the first song

Surely all the blame ain't on
The circumstances then
Truth be told, that don't hold
A candle to the wind

Cuz I'd been lookin for some peace
'Fo this whole thing began
A window seat, cuz sugar's sweet
Until the bitter end 
Let me try to get myself collected
Let me try to find what I did wrong
We'll pass the hat but don't feel you're expected
Keep in mind it's only the first song

Let me try to get myself collected
Let me try to find where I went wrong
If this all feels somewhat disconnected
Keep in mind it's only the first song

The First Song

Here's a song I wrote and played.

HIGH ROLLERS

All my high rollers put your dirty money on the table
If you wanna wash it clean you gotta try
All them low ballers standing in the shadows, rob the cradle
'Til the cradle rock and fall and then you die

I have seen your kind 
Walk in here before
Sneak in through the window
But you're leaving through door

Lookin for a fight
Find yourself inside a war
Showed your hand before you made it
To the killing floor

High rollers put your dirty money on the table
If you wanna wash it clean you gotta try
You know them low ballers standing in the shadows, rob the cradle
'Til the cradle rock and fall and then you die

Now ladies and gents, this is no limit hold em
Best have your credit together before you fold em
Last one defaulted got assaulted, then they rolled 'em
His name was Jim, deal him in, we control em.

High rollers put your dirty money on the table
If you wanna wash it clean you gotta try
You know them low ballers standing in the shadows, rob the cradle
'Til the cradle rock and fall and then you die

You got that jones in your bones for another hand
Workin on that perfect little master plan

High rollers put your dirty money on the table
If you wanna wash it clean you gotta try

High rollers put your dirty money on the table
If you wanna wash it clean you gotta try
You know them low ballers standing in the shadows, rob the cradle
'Til the cradle rock and fall and then you die

High Rollers

Here's a song I wrote and played.

I was buried under sorrow, 
paralyzed by pain 
In the dark, all my tomorrows 
Blinded by my shame

Had no hope of ever 
Making my way out the grave
Did not understand
The plan that He’d already made


I was runnin round in circles
Diggin deeper in
Every day I’d find a way 
To keep from listening

Only when I hit the
bottom of this shallow grave
Could I finally hear Him 
Calling out my name

Roll away the stone
Death is dead and gone
Made a way from no way
Its time to come back home

Give him every burden
You’ll never walk alone
In your darkest hour
He’ll roll away, roll away the stone

When my worry was an ocean
With no end in sight
Stranded and abandoned 
Drifting through that endless night

When I knew my north was lost
I called His name out loud
And at the tree on Calvary
Laid my trouble down

Roll away the stone
Death is dead and gone
Made a way from no way
Its time to come back home

Give him every burden
You’ll never walk alone
In your darkest hour
He’ll roll away, roll away the stone

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