This is a story I've wanted to tell for a long time... EXCEPTIONS I'm gonna call this "Exceptions." Because sometimes we make exceptions. Don't you know. Exceptions. Exceptions are supposed to prove the rule, but, no, they don't prove the…

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…

This lady at the Tap-In in Grapevine said she didn't like this song. She asked me if I really feel this way. I said, "Not right now." BORN I curse and complain when I hear that refrain They say. "Happiness comes from within." If we are…

...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…

Her real name isn't Luanne and she was so drunk when this all happened (tho she has a cd with this song on it) she has no idea it's about her. Singing this song always makes me cry... ABOUT LUANNE capo @ 2 in Am Am G F E repeats Luanne…

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…

COWTOWN In a court yard down the alley There's a grave yard, weeds and litter Memories, undisturbed, await their doom Beneath the glitter of COWTOWN You take a building, old and crooked Long ago the life forsook it Paint it up and name…