Song about s and m. Who actually likes that?

Dusted off (so to speak) a bluegrass style oldie (meaning I wrote years and years ago) about the ending of a long drought... dedicated to all my friends, known and unknown, in Colorado and other dry spots that are burnin' up right now. Uploaded…

This is Mark's First adventure into Song Writing Big Legged Woman -- Written by Mark Imsdahl Mark's alonetone site: http://alonetone.com/imsdahl Mark Imsdahl -- Harmonica Greg Connor -- Dobro Here is Ron Rouch's version of Mark…

Sometimes it comes down to the simple pleasures of life. Written by Greg Connor Lyrics: Hop into my Lincoln Continental Head on down to the greasy spoon Table or booth is inconsequential Long as I can find some room Waitress coming with a…

Sometimes it comes down to the simple pleasures of life. Written by Greg Connor Lyrics: Hop into my Lincoln Continental Head on down to the greasy spoon Table or booth is inconsequential Long as I can find some room Waitress coming with a…

Sometimes it comes down to the simple pleasures of life. Written by Greg Connor Lyrics: Hop into my Lincoln Continental Head on down to the greasy spoon Table or booth is inconsequential Long as I can find some room Waitress coming with a…

Lyrics: After the Sun goes down Lay in bed no sleep to be found And the shadows dance on walls After the Sun goes down Just a reflecting time The clock just seems to unwind The silence gets so loud Just a reflecting time It won…

Lyrics: After the Sun goes down Lay in bed no sleep to be found And the shadows dance on walls After the Sun goes down Just a reflecting time The clock just seems to unwind The silence gets so loud Just a reflecting time It won…

Lyrics: After the Sun goes down Lay in bed no sleep to be found And the shadows dance on walls After the Sun goes down Just a reflecting time The clock just seems to unwind The silence gets so loud Just a reflecting time It won…

Lyrics Cry of Love Cry of love, heard in the meadow Watching the wind blow With love in the air Cry of love, answered by another Who courts the same lovers With sounds of despair Cry of love, heard in the daylight Still crying…