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.

If you were to come over to my house and watch television you would think it was 1963.

Didn't want to write this song … I figured there were one-thousand songwriters (here in north Texas alone) that were stuck at home and writing goofy songs about the virus. But, it wouldn't leave me alone, so I recorded it to get it out of my head.

All my life people have told me if you want to make money buy property. This song is about my first real estate investment.

It tells itself.

No need for an explanation on this one.

It's true. I never feel lonely when I'm riding.

There is a spiritual connection on the road. Wish I could explain it.

Nothing I'd rather have.

Good times. More to come.

My view on riding.

Part of the Acoustic Highway list.