She sat across from me on a couch. It was Paris at 2:00am. Among the beauty of the french women, her homelyness stood out. 'do you find me attractive?' she asked. 'no' I replied. 'the feeling is mutual' I got up to leave.

We finally got back to my car at about 8:00am. We fell asleep in separate seats. When I woke up I checked my wallet. The budget for the entire trip was gone in one night. 'I think I gave that driver a hundred,' I said. You just groaned and…

'Everyone I touch turns to dust.' 'Like Midas!' 'No idiot, that was gold. At least that would have been useful' Of course I thought she was crazy. I asked her to prove it. She had no problem. She reached out and touched my hand... I cannot…

I looked around at the dark store fronts as we made the long trek back to her car. It was errie. was thos really going to happen again? As we approached her car my heart was pounding against my ribcage. I led her towards the backseat and kissed…

It was the briefest of looks, but from that moment (in that discustingly dirty kitchen, no less) it was a certainty that you would be mine.

'All dinosaurs for all time will know of your shame. They will tell stories of your transgressions. They will tell their children of your sins but from this point on, no one will ever speak your name again.' With that, the giant stone was rolled…

she turned to me and asked in her broken english, 'How old are you?' '25' She made a motion of a plane taking off with her hand. 'Your plane has already left'

Accompanied by Jim Bouchard on Slide Guitar, this is "the way my people does". The unsung heroes.

Banjo and Guitar and Vocal. Sometimes you don't want to look back. this si now a tidied up version of this track 18/3/09

Those stark Moonlit nights have something of a reputation, but there are other things lurking in the moonlight.

It's about getting lost in the big city, about knowing the way through, and about the Last Chance Saloon. This is now a tidied up version 18/3/09

A happy song about being left by your no-good spouse. There's a word for the attitude in this song but I can't think of it right now ... this is now a tidied up version 18/3/09

A grief song. You know this place. If you don't then move on while you still can. Seriously. Don't click .. This is a tidied up version, I managed to get rid of some of th noise and rebalance the vocals 18/3/09

An old time fiddle tune without the fiddle, or the tune, really, so the vocal has to carry it, and it has that lovely raw propulsion. Written and recorded in an hour.

This was the first time I'd fired up my telecaster and amp for a recording and it felt like sitting in Sun Studios or something. Amazing sound after playing just acoustic instruments for a year. It's the first take and I loved it! This is now…

Another cover by me. Never had one lesson!