Dedicated to all musicians who get asked "what do expect to get from making music?"

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…

You never let me smile You never let me out of sight You never let me live You never learned you had to give I'm taking it away x 2

[Thanks to Helen and Colin for coming to my aid with the warblings! :) ] When You Least Expect It And you're out to dry And its all too hectic Thats when it comes x 2 And it feels electric And you feel alive Cos when you least expect…

Let me introduce to you Every woman child and man The place I did my growing up Raised by grandma's hand I think you'll find That folks are kind They're sure to ask you in Enter the warmth Close the door And my story will begin…