Another old song. I would never write lyrics like this anymore.

There's not a drop of RICH MAN'S BLOOD in the puddles of this war. But the blood that's spilled's become a flood of the hungry and the poor. There is not a trace of RICH MAN'S BLOOD in the bags that hang beside the beds of legless soldiers…

There's not a drop of RICH MAN'S BLOOD in the puddles of this war. But the blood that's spilled's become a flood of the hungry and the poor. There is not a trace of RICH MAN'S BLOOD in the bags that hang beside the beds of legless soldiers…

For Someone extremely special. And for those that it might help. Thanks to Dave Purssord for Playing Lead for me. Thanks to St Mary’s for allowing me to record this live in the Church. And Thanks to all you all here. Peace T Some Say…

For Someone extremely special. And for those that it might help. Thanks to Dave Purssord for Playing Lead for me. Thanks to St Mary’s for allowing me to record this live in the Church. And Thanks to all you all here. Peace T Some Say…

I thought it would be fitting to post this today, on Memorial Day, as a tribute to my friend William Easley, as well as all who have fought and died in wars, American or otherwise. Sometime back in the 60's William (Billy from here on) heard…

I don't have too many old songs left to upload, so I'm digging into "B" side territory. This is an old song I wrote while at uni, lyrics are pretty naive, but so was i back then.

I did it! Starts off a little cheesy, but I really was on a train, going in a westerly direction, when I wrote that! Enjoy! xox

It's fun to buy a new toy once in a while. This is the first attempt at using my new Line 6 POD Guitar Effects. Lyrics: Here you come, my sweet baby Don’t know why you drive me crazy I’m crazy, in love with you And it’s been a long long…