This is from a poem by Cindy Sheehan's daughter, who's name I will include here when I remember it. It's her response to losing her brother in the Iraq war. A much publicised death. I think her name is Carlie. A NATION ROCKED TO SLEEP Have…

KAMP KERR Well, I ain't no hero. I'm just trying to survive Me and Cindy, we just staying alive We got a hurt in our heart and a tear in our eye But, we ain't heroes There's a small-town constable, he likes to play cop So he bought a…

KAMP KERR Well, I ain't no hero. I'm just trying to survive Me and Cindy, we just staying alive We got a hurt in our heart and a tear in our eye But, we ain't heroes There's a small-town constable, he likes to play cop So he bought a…

When I wrote this I thought the idea was pretty far-fetched. Little did I know... I started this song in Nashville. I was hanging out with Lisa Aschmann. She was going to tell me a melody for it but that never happened so I took the…

ADOLESCENT ANGEL - capo @ 6 in C C F C Morning sun shies thru the curtains C G C Throwing shadows on her face C F C I…

JESSE I never met Jesse, but I heard her howl in the night And I heard her pup yelping for whatever they help for She was strong and she was there in the Texas night Out on the prairie between Alvarado and Lillian You could hear them, singing…

When I wrote this I thought the idea was pretty far-fetched. Little did I know... I started this song in Nashville. I was hanging out with Lisa Aschmann. She was going to tell me a melody for it but that never happened so I took the…

WE DON'T KNOW MUCH We don't know much... We could be sad and not know why We could say we're happy and know that it's a lie We could say we're finished and start right up again We could sware we're losin' and turn around and win We could…

PALMDALE, CALIFORNIA 1951 Palmdale, California 1951. Pretty yellow chickens hatching in the sun Fertilizer spreader flings its fecal load. I climb up to watch in the trees along the road. Little chickens, running, pecking, darting, so…

WAKING UP TO YOU I didn't want to tell you I'd been crying I'd hoped that I could dry up all my tears But my heart was like the compass On the bridge of a sinking ship And I was drowning in the ocean of my fears I remember that I said…