Mr. Stetson is a fictional relative who turned out bought all his nieces and nephews ponies with moonshine money

I wrote this song at a bowling alley in my small hometown in the Panhandle of FL/Lower Alabama She blew into town on a one night Stand Over eggs there was no one holding her hand Just like the sauce She became a mystery Just like the…

Cover of one of my favortie Beatles songs, from the White Album. I actually bought a capo for this, after 30+ years of thinking capos are for wimps. The Songcrafters.org Beatles II fest prompted me to go ahead and record it.

Tis a true story about a friend, I was fascinated by the concept of friends sharing one black "funeral" dress passing it along like it was a hip handbag She went to work like any other day It didn't hit her till that package came The first…

Embarassing, I know.

This is our YYZ

That rug really tied the room together.

Mr. Stetson is a fictional relative who turned out bought all his nieces and nephews ponies with moonshine money

I was driving along somewhere in podunk Tennessee on a stormy Saturday and this may or may not have anything to do with Prison.