THE INAPPROPRIATE QUESTION - Capo @ 2 (6) to sing G C/G bass She said, “I can see that you’re hurting, And I can see that you are wearing a ring. Perhaps an inappropriate question, but I’d like to ask you something. Soon I will be a…

A friend of mine sent me a poem and asked me to put music to it. I took the liberty to mangle a bit of the lyric. MANGO I like a mango. I like a mango. Well, I like mangos mornin' noon 'n night I like's in the dark. I like 'em in the light…

THE INAPPROPRIATE QUESTION - Capo @ 2 (6) to sing G C/G bass She said, “I can see that you’re hurting, And I can see that you are wearing a ring. Perhaps an inappropriate question, but I’d like to ask you something. Soon I will be a…

Michael Jeffrey showed me a progression on the guitar. I wrote words to go with it.

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…

Growing up is hard. For everyone. I once had a Facebook Friend named Shannon Elizabeth Hardwick. A poet, from Midland, Texas, doing advanced studies at Sarah Lawrence. She was so good she could write a hundred pages about how she couldn…

Sequoia Memories...Capo @ 5 C Off the coast of California Where the dolphins ride the waves We stood and watched them from the cliffs above Until the sunlight went away Then we slept in ancient shadows Underneath the redwood trees…

This story is a poem sent to me by Lesley Sawyer from a blog on her MySpace site and I put it to music and am posting it so she can hear it and maybe see if it's alright. We don't know who wrote the poem. If anybody does please tell me. j mt

This song is just what it is and says what it says. It's where I am and where my hopes lie. It all just happens to fit into a song... WHEN PEGGY COMES HOME - G When Peggy comes home I’ll have the dishes put away The floor will be swept…

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…