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Cold Beer & Country Music

I Never Lie

Was It The Whiskey?

No Town, Oklahoma

River Red

Four Bald Tires

Horses In Heaven

Find My Peace Someday

Life isn’t about playing it safe. It’s about knowing when to weigh your options and when to say "fuck it" and go after what matters. This song is for the thinkers, the risk-takers, and the ones caught between hesitation and action. It’s about breaking free from self-doubt, chasing what feels right, and recognizing that we’re all carrying something unseen.

We all get lost. We all second-guess. But at some point, you’ve gotta trust your gut, push past the noise, and move forward—aggressive, progressive, and with no malice in your heart.

This one’s for anyone who’s ever felt stuck, anyone who’s ever questioned if they’re on the right path. If you’ve ever looked at the world and thought, "There’s gotta be more than this," then this song’s for you.

Sit and Think it Through

A song dedicated to my shipmate who passed and told me, "I always thought I had more time"

I always thought I had a little more time

There are stories that time buries, and there are stories that refuse to be forgotten. Some are carved into old oak, some are whispered through the pines, and some are carried downstream, lost but never truly gone. But the ones that last? The ones that linger? The rain keeps those.

Stories the Rain Told Me is more than just an album—it’s a journey through memory, love, loss, and the quiet moments that shape a life. It’s the sound of footsteps fading on wet pavement, a train whistle disappearing into the night, a name scratched on the soul that time won’t erase. It’s about the things we leave behind and the ones that still follow us, no matter how far we run.

From the haunting echoes of an abandoned house ("The House That Time Forgot") to the restless pull of fate in a thunderstorm ("When the Thunder Calls My Name"), these songs weave together like pages in an old leather-bound book—weathered, raw, and full of truths that refuse to die.

Some nights, freedom is lost. Some nights, a stranger becomes the only thing keeping you from breaking apart. Some nights, the road that led you away finds a way to bring you back. And through it all, the rain sings, whispers, and washes away what it can—but never everything.

This album is country music at its most honest—blending outlaw grit, folk storytelling, and heartland soul into something both intimate and cinematic. It’s for the ones who’ve lost, the ones who’ve loved, and the ones still searching for home.

And if you listen close enough, you’ll hear it.

The rain keeps singing. Will you?


Old Letters and Candlelight

Hark, friend, and lend a weary ear,
For Time's grim scythe doth draweth near.
My breath, a wisp, my flesh, a shell,
A tale I'll spin, ere shadows dwell.
In fifteen hundreds, 'neath a sky of grey,
I trod this earth, in youthful, bold array.
A scholar's mind, a craftsman's hand,
I sought the truths throughout the land.
In cobbled streets, and halls of stone,
I learned the lore, that kings had known.
The stars' bright dance, the planets' sway,
And secrets whispered, come what may.
I crossed the seas, on ships of might,
Where sun did blaze, and stars shone bright.
I saw new lands, and peoples strange,
And bartered wares, for gold's exchange.
I courted maids, with eyes so fair,
And danced 'neath moons, with golden hair.
A wife I took, a love so deep,
And watched our bairns, in slumber sleep.
I raised a sword, in battles grim,
Where clashing steel, made daylight dim.
For king and country, I did stand,
And faced the foe, with steady hand.
I built a house, of timber strong,
Where laughter rang, the whole day long.
I planted seeds, in fertile ground,
And watched the fruits, of life abound.
I penned the words, in ink so black,
That spoke of wisdom, on life's track.
I painted scenes, with vibrant hue,
And captured beauty, ever true.
But Time, he waits for none, you see,
And age hath brought, this frailty.
My bones grow weak, my sight grows dim,
The world, a fading, distant hymn.
Yet fear me not, for I have known,
A life well lived, a spirit grown.
I've tasted joy, and felt the pain,
And walked through sunshine, and through rain.
So, take this tale, and hold it dear,
And know that life, is ever near.
For even now, as shadows creep,
My soul finds solace, in its sleep.
The candle flickers, low and pale,
My strength doth fail, my voice doth trail.
Good friend, farewell, and God you keep,
Now let me drift, to endless sleep.

Sit and Think it Through

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