Can i get a little whisky in this water said John The day the world stopped being fair I didnt know what to say so I said yeah. I poured a double whisky and I placed it in his hand And said friend, only true friends understand He said friend…

I heard a story about you I didnt want it to be true But it felt like it might You, well it was all about you and how the things that you do Seem strangely undone And life doesnt help out the weak A lifetime tends to bring you some…

Musta been December cause the air mighty cold A family was moving in, further down the road They were not the colour of the others in the street All the kids were laughing at the trainers on their feet I was only young and so I guess I laughed…

It aint like no ones done this before But how can you tire of beautiful chords In the fifties In Tenessee Where my love was born Two young men upped and crossed the yard both cold cos it was rainin hard. One of them turned said…

A folksy number inspired by the stories my nan told me many moons ago about her uncle Herbie.. Herein lies the story, of a man named Herbie Jones. Not a million miles away from a man you might have known. A miner in the twenties, blue scars…

Instrumental intro to 2010's RPM offering..

Just letting out my frustration at 'people' in general again.. nice to be able to vent it in a more pleasant way (for those interested in how I used to do it, please see http://alonetone.com/boynamedsu) :) Lo and behold now holy guacamole if…

Features Gary Essex on slide guitar and is but an instrumental of the full song that is Blues Blues - please check it out and love it as though it were your own... Please note that this particular version is dedicated to the wonderfully talented…

Seems to be that one song everyone likes. Lyrics: Stary night, the highway fades a hundred miles and I'm on my way I got up late Lazy days and even crazier nights there she was, on her way she stuck her thumb out for me to see…

The improvisation concept behind this was to only change one note at a time out of a group of three, slowly morphing the tune, except for a couple times that I forgot what I was doing.