Still struggling with this one... Maybe not possible to make this work in a country song...MY DICK DON'T KNOW SHE'S GONE 1. She's been gone for three years now. Three years since she walked out Friends and folks I work with ask me what it…

CHOICES "After my house burn down I was confuse. Why are they burning down my house? My neighbor house..." "We called it The American War." My friend, John, said this about this bit of audio drama: I had forgotten how painful I find…

A Cloudy Day For Sunny Am Am G They joke and they laugh and they smile and they Am sneer Am G They say things like, "I love you," for…

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…