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I wrote this after Brook drowned. WELCOME TO THE CLUB Well, you say that you're lonely. I see that you are. Why do you think I'm standing here at the bar Where have you been? Life ain't no play pen Call it a bar. Call it a pub. Welcome…
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I wrote this song after planting and fertalizing a crop of sudan grass just to have the sun shine down with no relief on it for 100 days and no rain. We, Texas Water, were heading home one night AFTER A GIG at Gringo's in Grapevine when the…
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I was trying to write a Willie Nelson/Buddy Holly song. RaByn was 12 when he did the drums and bass on this. I think we did it on a Teac Porta Studio. 4 track cassette. TEXAS SKIES Key A Well, there was a time in Texas when the bars were…
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That's Peggy singing this song which was ironic because when all the stuff was going on around Brook's life and drowning she had been off in college hearing about it all from a distance...never thinking that someday she would be in the middle…
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THE CHILD WITH THE BEAUTIFUL NAME (The story is @ iburymydead.com) What remains of an eagle that's fallen The roots of an oak tree now claim To draw sap for the shade for the cattle O're the child with the beautiful name The law, it…
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(c) 1990 Royal T Music
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One publisher told me, after listening to this song, "I don't like songs about Texas." I responded, "This is not about Texas." (c) 1990 Royal T Music
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THE BUDS AND BLOSSOMS I've been meaning to write you a letter But I did not know what I would say I've been thinking about you and your new love And wishing that there was a way... And the buds and the blossoms remind me of you today…
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SIX OCLOCK SHADOWS At six p’clock the windmill throws it’s shadow on the grave The cattle chew their cud and lowly low above the one we didn’t save The broken body buried there beneath the sod we carried there that day And tho we hold each…
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This originated as a poem sent to me by Rose Kampton, morning the loss of her father. I turned it into a prayer and put music to it. Then when Brook drowned it became something altogether else. (c) 1990 Royal T Muaic
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