I can see the pub from here!

another car/sex metaphor song

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

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…

Dogs, cats, chickens, hamsters, human beings...it's all the same. THE POUND Thank you for coming to the pound Take your time. Look around. We’ve got something for everyone, Someone for everyone. Thank you for coming to the pound…

I need an electric geeetar. My weary old Crafter electroacoustic picks up every touch. 'Scuse the solo, I'm only a strummer.. Anyway, the song. Clogging up my brain, had to get it out. Some lasses don't know what they look like, and some lads…

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Dogs, cats, chickens, hamsters, human beings...it's all the same. THE POUND Thank you for coming to the pound Take your time. Look around. We’ve got something for everyone, Someone for everyone. Thank you for coming to the pound…

I need an electric geeetar. My weary old Crafter electroacoustic picks up every touch. 'Scuse the solo, I'm only a strummer.. Anyway, the song. Clogging up my brain, had to get it out. Some lasses don't know what they look like, and some lads…