Bass VI, cigar box guitar, loops

Regs old flame from his youth is back in town the one who first broke his heart he hasn't seen since that night she broke his heart.... I don't know how i'm gonna face her down Get the wagons in a circle boys, cause Trouble…

Your mama had to keep you Your daddy shared your face Your brother just remembers That old house That old place Friends came with the seasons Work calls when it gets late But you walk in the doorway And I stay I stay Your husband is…

You used to laugh at people Stuck in traffic Stuck in lines Now you stand there with your coffee Just grateful you’ve got time Thought you’d outrun every heartbreak Sleep through every storm Now you’re calling up your brother Just to hear…

You walked in Eyes slid right past me Like the couch The plant The doorframe Just another old thing in the room You said “hey” To everyone around me Told that story from our first trip Like you dreamed it with somebody else So act…

You were here then you were gone Crystal black in morning cold Hand too tired to touch the earth Or stars above Moravia Born under a silent moon At your feet the hens and mules Bay and cry, I know they do Here I am, and where are you…

Anti war, my words.

Breaking things Can be fun for a while Until it’s not You only see the child In the mirror Tearing up his home The reflection Now standing all alone You’re breaking things You’re breaking things Sometimes doors Pretty windows…

Another acoustic guitar improv at the Keith House in Fort Worth, Tx

Introspection... Copyright J. Lynch 2026

When you've had enough! Copyright J. Lynch 2026