Em capo @ 6 Maybe I could be a potter Throwing all the words away Maybe I could learn the language of the clay Maybe I could be a potter Sweep the words out of the way Let my fingers find the music in the clay

I'm so tired I think I'll get in my car and go down to Fred's Maybe Stefen will sing me a song... I'm so tired I think I'll get in my car...

In E... BoDiddly beat Same old story. Something just broke and I think it's my heart. It wasn't an arrow. It wasn't a dart. Mighta been a meteor that tore it apart Something just broke and I think it's my heart. Something just broke…

Something just broke and I think it's my heart It wasn't an arrow. It wasn't a dart It mighta been a meter that tore it apart But, something just broke and I think it's my heart G. A bedside bomb with no alarm…

Get outta my way, I'm headin' on down this road I'm on my way but I got no place to go I've paid my dues. I just want my share I've got the sun in my eyes and the wind in my hair But I got nobody I've got no one to run to No one to see…

There is nothing like the presence of a horse. The quiet understanding. The gentle strength. Woodlake, California...1961. I had a horse. She was my friend. There were times in my teens when Babe was the only being that did not judge me…

It’s a small town. Woodlake, California. East side of the San Joaquin Valley. 14 miles from where all those “Lindsey” olives you see on your grocery store shelves come from. The Woodlake Echo, says, “In the foothills of the Sequoias”. FOOTHILLS…

My motto is INWARD THRU THE FOG. One day about a month ago, Laura 'Taylor' Whitfield told me I should, "write that song." Thinking back on a fog-bound night in California, I wrote it. Norman Pilcher, a friend from Texas, and I were headed north…

INFATUATION UNREQUITED They say it's just infatuation I only wish that it was true Infatuation unrequited feels like love to me for you And then they say, "Silence is golden," and I don't know what to do The Autumn leaves the branches…

CATFISH FISHIN' a song by my buddie, Guthrie Kennard Three days of rain Mud between my toes First day of sun Cut me a cain pole I’m goin’ catfish fishin’ I’m goin’ catfish fishin Catfish I’m fishin Catfish fish fishin’ Lilly…