One night after three month of no rain, as we were driving home from singing at Gringos in Grapevine a splash of water hit the windshield. I said to myself, "Sweet Rain." I went home and wrote the song. It's on the soundtrack of a movie called…

For a short clip of of a video of this: https://vimeo.com/214337550/f68cc0c21b This song made me a professional songwriter when George Sluizer, the director of THE VANISHING, put it in the movie by that name. SWEET RAIN Key G G…

For a short clip of of a video of this: https://vimeo.com/214337550/f68cc0c21b This song made me a professional songwriter when George Sluizer, the director of THE VANISHING, put it in the movie by that name. SWEET RAIN Key G G…

ULTRA VIOLET Maybe I could fill the tank Head on down. What do you think? I could be there in about three hours... You could talk and I could listen Walk you outta Depression Prison Turn that thunder storm into an April Shower We…

Capo @ 2 in D (E) Dropped D tuning Actually, it was almost two years. 1965-67. Leavenworth, Kansas U S Army prison. I played the organ at the daily Protestant chapel. Took dictation and typed letters for the Protestant chaplain. Wrote 2-page…

One night after three month of no rain, as we were driving home from singing at Gringos in Grapevine a splash of water hit the windshield. I said to myself, "Sweet Rain." I went home and wrote the song. It's on the soundtrack of a movie called…

For a short clip of of a video of this: https://vimeo.com/214337550/f68cc0c21b This song made me a professional songwriter when George Sluizer, the director of THE VANISHING, put it in the movie by that name. SWEET RAIN Key G G…

I wrote this song after planting and fertalizing a crop of sudan grass just to have the sun shine down with no relief on it for 100 days and no rain. We, Texas Water, were heading home one night AFTER A GIG at Gringo's in Grapevine when the…

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...

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