...for they do not have to face another tomorrow... BLESSED ARE THE DEAD Blessed are the dead for they shall not be lonely Blessed are the dead for they will not be sad Blessed are the dead for they shall have no longings Nothing lost…

Not much to say about this song. I miss my baby. I miss my baby bad She’s the bestest baby this boy has aver had I miss my baby. I miss my baby real deep I miss her when I’m awake and I miss her when I’ asleep Since my baby left me…

key of C - no capo We listen for years for words to explain ourselves. "I'm good but not THAT good," was such a moment for me. Good enough to stay in the game but never good enough to win. Last night I kissed somebody I kissed somebody…

One day as I was turning into my driveway I saw Rita on her porch. She's a lot like me. AL & RITA Capo @2 in C C stepping down to F Al was a smoker. He's dead now, of course Al has Alzheimer's. Alcohol made it worse D stepping down…

ABOUT LUANNE capo @ 2 in Am 1st note - E Am G F E repeats Luanne’ll take you down But she don’t use muscle She’s found some of your pieces And she wants to solve your puzzle Dm She wants you to be happy Am And it bugs her that…

Things add up and a song comes along to tell you what it all adds up to. Every time I try to pin down why I wrote this and to whom I wrote it it just slips out of my grasp again and smiles. The way Shannon Elizabeth used "you" in her poems always…

Written in Isaba, Spain 2003. On location shooting THE STONE RAFT/HET STENEN VLAT/La Balsa de Piedra. If you leave me a note, please tell me who you are.

"Somewhere between the stumbling and the falling..." SOMEWHERE G capo @ 2 - live @ 4 Somewhere between the summer and the winter The leaves between the tree tops and the fall Somewhere between my heart and circled letters Somewhere…

A GOOD CRY Rick Babb/JMT Why don't you cry I know you need to A tear is meant to ease your pain A flood could come And it would wash you So, don't you try and hold it back A good cry can't be bad Why don't you cry Come her, I'll…

THE LAST TIME I SAW GRAND PA The last time I saw grand pa was sixty years agp Palmdale, California and I was four years old He was stooped and withered A worn-out little man. I remember him the best I can I swear I saw my grand pa in…