This one’s a gritty, down-home testament to resilience—where summer nights meet riverbank fires, and a stubborn spirit keeps singing. It’s for the quiet mountain towns that hold their own after the storm, and for anyone who’s ever looked out at a swollen creek and thought, “We’ll be just fine.” Pour yourself a drink, find that Carolina blue sky, and let this one wrap you up like a warm porch light.

Written and produced by Brook Stanley. Music created and performed by Hal Bishop and The Scout Line—a music group created in the studio by TopMedia.ai, blending real Southern storytelling with AI music tools.

All vocals on this track are AI-generated using TopMedia.ai. We describe vocal style using creative prompts (e.g., “gritty,” “female country,” “male rock.”), but we do not select or control the underlying TopMedia.ai model. Any resemblance to real artists is unintentional, and we have no knowledge of the source data used to generate these voices.
This track is offered for non-commercial use only.


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IF THE CREEK DON T RISE

ELDORA

Good Side of Gettin' Older

Drawn to the Gallows

Love My Grand Folks Had
Dusty Moats/ Tim Schlesener
28 JAN 2024

V1.
His bib overalls and a pocket watch
On the tractor for every sunrise
Face and hands like leather
Plowing fields in the summer sunshine
He worked the farm from dawn til dusk
Did the best that he knew how
Every moment he spent loving her
Bringing truth to every vow

Chorus
I wish for a love like my grand folks had
Where a worn out ring don’t mean worn out hands
Through the highs and lows, through the slammin’ doors
The kind of love most don’t believe in anymore
I got to witness true love first hand
I want the kind of love my grand folks had

V2
She had a sundress in every color
But his favorite one was blue
Even though the shade had faded
It still fit her good as new
Her love for him is stronger now
Than the day she became his wife
Even through the imperfections
They’d made a wonderful life

Chorus
I wish for a love like our grand folks had
Where a worn out ring don’t mean worn out hands
Through the highs and lows, through the slamming doors
The kind of love most don’t believe in anymore
I got to witness true love first hand
I want the kind of love my grand folks had

Bridge
In an age where nothing’s thrown away
Where marriage lasts forever
No matter how messed up things got
They got through it together

Chorus
I wish for a love like our grand folks had
Where a worn out ring don’t mean worn out hands
Through the highs and lows, through the slammin’ doors
The kind of love most don’t believe in anymore
I got to witness true love first hand
I want the kind of love my grand folks had

I got to witness true love first hand
I want the kind of love my grand folks had




Love My Grand Folks Had (2025) (Remix)

Grind That Thing

Broken Branches

IYKYK

Old Keys
TimothyMichaelMusic
13 OCT 2021

V1.
The key to leaving behind the past
Is to lock it up and walk away.
And if I never shut that door
I’d always be tempted to stay
But this door looks like a mirror
And this reflection’s starting to show it
It don’t take much to quit 
And I’ll be gone before you know it.

Chorus
In the junk drawer in my kitchen
There’s a ring that’s filled with keys
They unlock everything I’ve owned
And they aid in my disease
I never want to turn back time
And be the things I was before
I’d be better off if I lost every one,
Because old keys don’t open new doors.

V2.
There’s the key to my first apartment.
The one we shared before I got burned
And the keys to every car I’ve crashed
And the lessons that I learned.
The keys to my failed hopes and dreams
The ones that you begged me to start.
And then there’s the key I hate the most
The one that unlocks my great big heart.

Chorus
In the junk drawer in my kitchen
There’s a ring that’s filled with keys
They unlock everything I’ve owned
And they aid in my disease
I never want to turn back time
And be the things I was before
I’d be better off if I lost every one,
Because old keys don’t open new doors

Bridge
The key to moving forward
And the key to moving on
Are the only keys I’m taking 
‘Cos I’m packed up and gone

Chorus
In the junk drawer in my kitchen
There’s a ring that’s filled with keys
They unlock everything I’ve owned
And they aid in my disease
I never want to turn back time
And be all the things I was before
I’d be better off if I lost every one,
Because old keys don’t open new doors



Old Keys (2025)

The problem

Proud Older brother wishing his all-grown-up little sister a very happy Birthday

Happy B-Day Karey Mae 5

The Day We Met.mp3

Lyricist looking to connect with artists in the country genre that are searching for great songs to record. Also open to co-writes. Regularly pitching music to Nashville publishers and song pluggers. Primarily country genre. Mid 50s, married. 6 kids and 10 grandkids in a beautifully blended family. Enjoys golf, working out, nature/lakes, and listening to live music every chance I get!

Old Keys (2025)

Timothy Michael Music - SONGWRITER