#country

When you come across the true vine on a long and lonely night

If Gomer lived today

This song is for our good Friend who recently lost her father, a man of love, faith, and determination.

A honky-tonk shuffle about country neighbors and what they put by the road: five-foot steel chickens at the gate, and a Mineola fence lined with catfish heads. Out here you don't ask, you just wave.

For Pat Walsh

A modern day Hosea, Woman leaves, he brings her back

A love song My dad would have written in 1968.

A young woman keeps praying for Mr. Right, keeps falling for every wrong one, and can't figure out why it never works out. Tongue-in-cheek 90s country pop.

A song my father might have written in 1968. Written in his voice, taken from the 345 letters he wrote to my mom while he was in Vietnam.