Years ago I was riding around on the raggedy motorcycle I had at the time and spotted this girl in a Chevy pickup at the Dairy Queen. She was cute and I pulled in. We talked and laughed and seemed to get along well. Through the years I'd run…

Had written this a few years back. I liked the concept, but the music didn't seem to fit. I rewrote and added a little harp.

The title says it all.

Through the years I've known several men who were told by their wives to grab their two-pair of Levis and hit the road. I always wondered if that happened to me, what would I take, besides my two-pair of jeans?

A Cheap Peavey Blues' piece. I don't blow much harp, don't have the wind for it, but occasionally I add some simple notes.

Highway 75 runs north from Dallas up into Oklahoma and God knows where. I have ridden than highway many times on my Harley.

This is a cover of a song written by my songwriter friend Mike Miller. I always thought he brought a unique perception to his writing. He gave permission for me to cover the piece. You can check him out at: https://www.facebook.com/steven…

An old song I wrote in 2005, but worked it this time with soft blues.

Explains itself.

Been experimenting with an old, cheap, Peavey guitar and amp I rescued from a dusty old barn.

A lost love song, done on my cheap Peavey guitar and amp.

I lived in the Red River area of north Texas just south of Lake Texoma for many years. It's a growing area, like most of Texas now, but at one time it was the best kept secret in the state. Also the latest addition to the Cheap Peavey Blues.

Short, acoustic blues' ditty.

Short diddy that came to me awhile back.

My mom was a lifeguard when she was young and I was swimming long before I was old enough to go to school.

It seems everybody is into working out ... except me.

I was visiting my mother's grave in the rural town where I went to high school. While strolling through the cemetery I came across Deana's headstone. She passed on during her first year in high school, if memory serves. Sometimes the good really…

The Interstate Highway system was started in the mid-50s at the height of the Baby Boom era. It was a virgin ribbon of highway stretching out in all directions. We couldn't wait to explore it.