In memory of my cousin Mike, nicknamed Shovel Head, because of the Harley Davidson Shovel Head motorcycle he drove. Lyrics I can feel the wind blow Lean into that winding road Setting Sun against my skin Shift into that high gear Get…

In memory of my cousin Mike, nicknamed Shovel Head, because of the Harley Davidson Shovel Head motorcycle he drove. Lyrics I can feel the wind blow Lean into that winding road Setting Sun against my skin Shift into that high gear Get…

In memory of my cousin Mike, nicknamed Shovel Head, because of the Harley Davidson Shovel Head motorcycle he drove. Lyrics I can feel the wind blow Lean into that winding road Setting Sun against my skin Shift into that high gear Get…

Here's another one with the honkey tonk style of piano. I wrote this song some time ago using my usual mix of guitars, then decided to see what it might sound like using the piano. The new instrument gave the song an entirely different sound…

Another more serious track. This is an ode to all the excuses I've ever made. ER

This is a song about losing a friend. It was written after I attended her funeral. I am the type of artist given to bouts of self-examination, and this song is a result of one of those bouts. ER

My lady asked me a question. That's all it took.

This is an answer to the question posed to me by Bethan Mathis. This is how I've been feeling this week. I'm okay. I've just come to the realization about the rhythm of life. ER