Was working this twilight horse ride out around lake Grapevine for a while. Had to write a song about it. SONG OF THE TRAIL Last night I was riding alone with the herd The moon and the stars in the night The smell of the horses and grasses…

This is my anti-pro Texas song song. TEXAS IS AS FAR AS I CAN SEE Well, some folks say that Texas is boots and belts and hats And Lone Star chili's just carbohydrates, proteins and fats I'll try to curb a snicker but I'm apt to disagree…

Wrote this while playing the part of Saul Gibbs in the movie WILD BILL. The moon shone like diamonds on mirrors in puddles shaped like horse's feet Deadwood was quiet. The smoke had all settled. The blood was dry. Young Jack McCall sat awake…

Quannah Parker was the son born to Cynthia Parker, a white girl, stolen by Comanche raiders who grew up to be the wife of the chief. Quannah, in turn became the leader of his tribe. Eventually, Cynthia returned to her people. QUANNAH - Cynthia…

Yeah, there's an "Indian" graveyard somewhere out there at the Stock Yards. COWTOWN Key Em Em C D Em In a courtyard down the alley there’s a graveyard…

I was trying to learn I'M IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE and gave up and took what I had already and wrote this. CACTUS FLOWER Cactus flower shining. Simple song of life never in a bouquet Gathered for a wife Cactus flower growing In a land…

HOME ON THE RANGE Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam Where the deer and the antelope play Where seldom is heard a discouraging word And the skies are not cloudy all day Home, home on the range Where the deer and the antelope play…

THE STREETS OF LAREDO As I walked out in the streets of Laredo As I walked out in Laredo one day I spied a poor cowboy all wrapped in white linen Wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay "I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy…

Written in Isaba, Spain 2003. On location shooting THE STONE RAFT/HET STENEN VLAT/La Balsa de Piedra. If you leave me a note, please tell me who you are.

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…