Her name was Rosemarie Jean and I have lost contact with her. She wrote the poem I turned into Beneath the August Moon. I SAW ROSE AGAIN TODAY I saw Rose again today And I recognized the way My heart reached out With unturned fingers…

IF ONLY You are my favorite If Only If only I'd showed up in time If Only's the name of my pony And we're always a little behind If only, if only, if only It echoes thru my lonely life If only, if only, if only I think I'd be ready…

This is my newest experiment with human voice. Female voice is Gizella's (http://www.looperman.com/profile.php?mod=biog&mid=289112)

THE SIGN The sign on the fence at the signal Was whippin' in the wind I felt on the dash for a pencil And a Taco Bell napkin The naked prayer of a family Was written on the tarp Rain-drenched and torn by the weather The message, razor…

THE SIGN The sign on the fence at the signal Was whippin' in the wind I felt on the dash for a pencil And a Taco Bell napkin The naked prayer of a family Was written on the tarp Rain-drenched and torn by the weather The message, razor…

JUST LIKE ME - Capo 1 in G G C G How many people, each day, do you see D G You think to yourself, “Hey…

I have no memory of writing or recording this song. I have no idea what it's about. CONNIE'S SONG Em D C B... (Em) Before I knew anything (D) about you, I (C) loved you (Em) Whenever you would show, I stared in (D) wonder I heard you…

Her name was Rosemarie Jean and I have lost contact with her. She wrote the poem I turned into Beneath the August Moon. I SAW ROSE AGAIN TODAY I saw Rose again today And I recognized the way My heart reached out With unturned fingers…

I have no memory of writing or recording this song. I have no idea what it's about. CONNIE'S SONG Em D C B... (Em) Before I knew anything (D) about you, I (C) loved you (Em) Whenever you would show, I stared in (D) wonder I heard you…

THE SIGN The sign on the fence at the signal Was whippin' in the wind I felt on the dash for a pencil And a Taco Bell napkin The naked prayer of a family Was written on the tarp Rain-drenched and torn by the weather The message, razor…