I was maybe being followed

A letter sent out into the big bad air.

Another one of my lil ditties that I started writing at the bowling alley. First game I bowled a 204 the rest of the evenin the games were less exciting. Get me high, then strike a blow

A lil ditty

From a collection of songs Titled Pinned Up.

Tis a true story about a friend, I was fascinated by the concept of friends sharing one black "funeral" dress passing it along like it was a hip handbag She went to work like any other day It didn't hit her till that package came The first…

I was driving along somewhere in podunk Tennessee on a stormy Saturday and this may or may not have anything to do with Prison.

Mr. Stetson is a fictional relative who turned out bought all his nieces and nephews ponies with moonshine money

I wrote this song at a bowling alley in my small hometown in the Panhandle of FL/Lower Alabama She blew into town on a one night Stand Over eggs there was no one holding her hand Just like the sauce She became a mystery Just like the…