Your Mamma, Good Friends and a Beer

Old Whiskey Road

Who begs the question...do you believe what 'they' say? What is true? Who controls you?even sheep can turn on the dog

Who Do You Believe

Ain’t no spring rooster. Ain’t pretending either.
A raw slice of bluesy defiance from Dr. Foss – where every line carries dirt under its fingernails.
🎸 For anyone who ever kept walking when the world said stop.

Early Days

DUST ON MY NAME

Dr. Foss strips it down to the bone.
“Ain’t no pattern, ain’t no plan” is a bare country confession for the ones wandering without a map.

No chorus. No fix.
Just feeling. Just truth.
For anyone who ever looked up and thought:
This can’t be it… can it?

Ain’t No Pattern, Ain’t No Plan

How I Like My Women

A man compares himself to Samson when he runs out of options in his own home.

Let This Temple Fall

A man watches as his wife becomes self-absorbed through self-development.

The Dead Eye Scrolls

Nothin’ To Lose
Lyrics By: Thomas W. Peterson AKA RedHeart 
©COPYRIGHT 12–7-2025 All Rights Reserved © 

[Intro: Acoustic guitar strumming, slide guitar echo, fiddle softly weaving]

[Verse 1]
Tailgate down, hound dog sprawled in the sun
Six strings worn smooth from the songs left undone
Coffee gone cold in a dented tin cup
But the tank’s full and the sky’s wide enough

[Chorus]
Ain’t got a plan, just this old Chevrolet
Radio cracklin’ through yesterday
Windows rolled down, dust on my boots
Leavin’ ain’t loss when you’ve got nothin’ to lose!

[Verse 2]
Passed a sign sayin’ “Welcome to Nowhere”
Laughed so hard I nearly swerved off the shoulder
Map’s folded wrong, but I don’t need one
When every backroad leads to where I’m from

[Chorus]
Ain’t got a plan, just this old Chevrolet
Radio cracklin’ through yesterday
Windows rolled down, dust on my boots
Leavin’ ain’t loss when you’ve got nothin’ to lose!

[Inst: Fiddle solo over steady acoustic groove, slide guitar accents]

[Bridge]
Some folks chase cities, some dig in deep
Me? I find peace where the gravel meets sleep
No mailbox waitin’, no name on a door
Just miles hummin’ like they did before

[Verse 3] 
Stopped for pie at a screen-door café 
Waitress said, “Honey, you look like you’re runnin’ away” 
I just tipped my hat, tossed a twenty on the tile— 
“Nah, ma’am… I’m just always havin’ fun.”

[Chorus]
Ain’t got a plan, just this old Chevrolet
Radio cracklin’ through yesterday
Windows rolled down, dust on my boots
Leavin’ ain’t loss when you’ve got nothin’ to lose!

[Outro: Fiddle fades with gentle slide guitar, acoustic strum slows]
Yeah… nothin’ to lose…
Just the road… and the truth…


Nothin' To Lose12-7-25

Working Man

IM A WELSH YOUTUBER AND MUSIC CREATOR FROM WALES 🐺🏴
I create a variety of content across my platforms — from gaming and storytelling to original AI-powered music. You can find me on YouTube and TikTok (@welshwolf.content).

I write all my lyrics and use AI music tools to bring them to life — blending creativity, emotion, and cinematic energy into every track.

I’m now exploring different genres of music, from hard-hitting rock and metal to emotional storytelling songs, experimental fusions, and beyond. Each release is a step forward in the evolution of the Welshwolf sound.

Thank you for checking out my work and supporting my journey — it means a lot.
Diolch fawr iawn / Thank you so much!

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