Yup a classic! Great job James

Yup! A classic. Great job James

JQ- What a great song! Classic JMT! He paints masterpieces in my mind with words! "The less I know the more the memories wither... Like leaves in Autumn falling from the trees." What a great line!

That's jolly little one! Always love your harmonies.

Wow. Just, wow...

I'm playing catch-up and, aww, this is wonderful. So sad but not mawkish or depressing (I have something a bit like it that I gave up trying to record a while back - this gives me hope, I might try mine again).

Yep, that's the way I was taught to milk a cow. Cute song!

This is really good.

Wow so lonely," Only you knew" great vocal right there. The guitar break pure George Harrison. Well hell I like it old stranger

A very different sort of song – interesting, sad lyrics, cool use of echo, nice, brief lead break. Painful but somehow sweet too. Good job of songwriting, but I hope you can get over Peggy – not meaning to get you started….

Well written and performed . . . but so sad.

Thanks for sharing the facts behind the song. I think you should include this information in the "about" section of the song page, above the lyrics. People need to know this is a true story. I'm glad you wrote it, it's a story that needed told, but it is sad.

I dig westerns, and I like this music and the way you strum and sang it. But the lyrics, the story told, is quite sad.

Love that echo...

Fantastic! I seriously enjoyed this -- Rock on! very psychedelic, very trippy, and super delicious. Good stuff indeed!

I love it. Love Aya, too.

I dig this! Rock on! Very interesting -- captivating!

What a moving, visually evocative memory of your youth, your mare, and an early love! Your storytelling and music never fail to draw me in, Jim.

Great sentimental song/story.

WONDERFUL.

Kat Angel PRICELESS!!!!!!!!!!!!! Love the song, love you singing it just to me (in my imagination)

Bruce Balmer Beautiful.

Shirley Crawford Hello…old friend. This one hits me in the heart. When we moved here to NM back in June… we left behind in the house, our old couch that we’d used for 22 years. It had been my parents before that. It was probably close to 40 yrs old. And yes, it made into a bed.

Candy Davis Beautiful, poignant memory song. I could just picture that old couch and what it meant to you.

Perrin Gardner Beautiful song, James Michael Taylor!

Carolyn Wade Sending love ❤️. Love it and remember the memories of us. Button your shirt.(Gladys Burcham).

Becky Byrd Spicer Wiping a tear for all the relics I have kept, and those discarded.

Scarlett Maneikis So beautiful, n heart felt. I love it.

Doreen Peri Wonderful. Thank you for sharing this!

Daniel Payne This one hits. Heavy reflections on all the stuff that served me faithfully, and all the leaving was my doing. To reward all that loyalty, I do to my stuff what I always hate other people to do to me.

...as Buddy holly said, "RAVE ON!"

...really gets the feeling of that path!

I don't understand being criticized for a track being TOO LOUD. Doesn't everybody have a "volume" knob?

That is fun...

How old is that song? Was rhatvwritten from a personal stance if I may? LeAnna LeAnna M Christian Overall good song; performance and production JMT - I wrote/recorded this in 2011. Just looking at the poor man's perspective, (which I have knowledge of) noticing no matter how much he prays he's still poor. "Must be the wrong prayer."

How old is that song? Was rhatvwritten from a personal stance if I may? LeAnna LeAnna M Christian Overall good song; performance and production

Rosemarie Kempton wrote: Just finished listening to your memories of your horse Babe. Your words painted such a vivid portrait of your night rides that I felt like I was riding Babe, too. Beautifully done!

The heart can hold a lot of things: the sunshine and the flowers The chill that springs the falling leaves. Winter's darkest hours The rains that quench the thirsty earth. The buds that sprout and bloom Sometimes it tries to hold too much and there isn't enough room Sometimes it tries to hold too much The heart can hold a multitude. Family and Friends. There are things that life will give and things it only lends A wife becomes a mother, a son becomes a man There are things the heart can't hold And still it thinks it can There are things the heart can't hold The holdings of the bank are cold, but holding hands are warm The holdings of the mind are thoughts that in the moment form The hands that hold the tools that build the brushes for our art None are as enduring as the holdings of the heart The holdings of the heart are self-renewing On holdings of the heart, high interest, paid Holdings sometimes best be liquidated, yet we stay The heart can hold the music. The voices of the Time. The heart collects the little things. The pennies and the dimes The heart can try to measure the stature of a dream Pounding like the waters on the stones that block the streams Pounding like the waters The holdings of the bank are cold, but holding hands are warm The holdings of the mind are thoughts that in the moment form The hands that hold the tools that build the brushes for our art None are as enduring as the holdings of the heart None are self-renewing like the holdings of the heart

Well, Rosie's like a lot of folks She's just trying to stay afloat But she's got a broken boat She's a going down And Rosie's got her problems, friends She just tries to do her best Who's gonna do the rest She's a going down If god had longer arms, you know He'd reach on down to Rosie Reach on down to Rosie Reach on down (2) Etc...

This came out of a story in the Star Telegram about a guy that lived under one of the bridges near Trinity Park. I was angry at a reporter who did a story about him and it got him removed.