this old bag of bones needs to come on home

a ballad out of forestport station, ny

an ode to the national debt

sometimes death can be inconvenient

the line of dawn says farewell every day as it sweeps through

to my grandson gus

sometimes you just have to go downtown

after the earthquake i wanted to reach through the tv screen and help the people of haiti

i've rolled my share of buick roadmasters off the mountain

cross between moonshine and rocking chair whiskey