Monday, June 22, 2009

Let Freedom Ring.


I saw a caravan full of gypsies traveling all around this land,
trying to make sure and take in all they could see.
I saw wild horses running in a wide open field,
bucking and galloping so loud and proud,
as they made their way across the prairie.



I saw a group of teenagers on an old rope swing,
sneaking off sips of ol’ Jim Bean,
workin’ up the courage to take the plunge,
someone’s gonna make it from that top rung,
and everyone wondering which one it would be.





I saw all the things that we have all forgot,
in our daily jobs where we get brainwashed,
and forget what happiness, it really means.

That’s what I saw when I looked into her eyes,
as she told me stories from somewhere inside,
reminding me what it really meant to dream.

All these pictures running through my mind,
took me to a better place and time,
and they all seemed to center around just one thing.




And as I snuck in for that first kiss,
the fireworks that went off, which really gave the final gist,
of just what this girl she meant to me.

As the kiss was over, I took off my hat,
threw it in the air right where I was at,
yelling out loud
let freedom ring.







I saw little barefoot kids running round in the creek.
I saw a climber striving for the final mountain peak.

I saw a soldier who just came back from the war,
knowing exactly what he was fighting for,
kissing the ground as he reached our soil,
yelling out loud,
let freedom ring.

That’s what I saw when I looked into her eyes,
as she told me stories from somewhere inside,
reminding me what it meant to really dream.

All these pictures running through my mind,
took me to a better place and time,
and they all seemed to center around one thing.

As I snuck in for that first kiss,
the fireworks that went off, which gave the final gist,
of just why this angel was sent to me.

All I could say as I took off my hat,
threw it in the air right where I was at,
yelling out loud
let freedom ring.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

The freedom in her eyes.

hair as dark as midnight,
skin as pure as snow,
a pretty smile that stretched on forever,
wherever she would go,
the way she laughed so gently,
the soft touch of her hand,
there was magic in every moment,
that could melt down any man.

inspired so much by this lady,
I couldn’t begin to summarize,
but nothing quite as amazing,
as the freedom in her eyes.


the way they craved adventure,
they were always on the go.
they would drift off in her thoughts,
wherever her mind would roam.
enjoying everything surrounding them,
not willing to sit around and just go stale.
watching the entire world around them,
taking in every detail.

not a thing being taken for granted,
that others might pass right by.
not by this amazing lady,
with freedom in her eyes.

hair as dark as midnight,
skin as pure as snow.
a pretty smile that stretched on forever,
wherever she would go.
the way she laughed so gently,
the soft touch of her hand.
there was magic in every moment,
that could melt down any man.

inspired so much by this lady,
I couldn’t begin to summarize,
but nothing quite as amazing,

as the freedom in her eyes.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

that big ol' hat don't make ya a cowboy.

(talking)
he came a struttin' in the room like the cock of the walk,
with his shined up boots and his 10 gallon hat,

turning all the heads with his fancy duds,
all the girls began to flock to where he was at,

just a stylin' and profilin' making sure everybody saw he was "a real cowboy",
when the old man next to me in overalls,
turned and said:

(singing)

that big ol' hat don't make you a cow’boy,
them shiny boots ain't never rode,
my muddy boots been out breakin' stall’ions,
bet that sucka ain't never hauled a load,

if he knew what it took to be a cow’boy,
that fool would up and run away,
I’ve been shovelin' shit out the barn all morn’in’,
and after this beer,...
I gotta get back to mowing hay,

(talking)
see a real cowboy don't walk around all cocky,
cause a cowboys work can humble any man,
and I have half a mind to go’in sock him,
knock him flat, right there where he stands,

but spendin' the afternoon with the sheriff,
that hay won’t ever… get in the barn,
so I’m gonna finish this beer and get on outta here,
get my ass back to the farm,

son you just make sure you remember,
take this with you when ya go,
cause there's certain things in life,
(Singing)
that every man just ought’ a know,

like:


that big ol' hat don't make you a cow’boy,
them shiny boots ain't never rode,
my muddy boots been out breakin' stall’ions,
that sucka ain't never hauled a load,

if he knew what it took to be a cow’boy,
that fool would up an run away,
cause I’ve been shoveling shit out of the barn all morn’in’,
and after this beer,...
I gotta get back to mowing hay,

fiddle solo:

musical interlude:


Ive been shoveling shit out of the barn all mornin’,
and after this beer,...
I gotta get back to mowing hay,

fiddle closeoff:

Monday, June 15, 2009

You can't Dig yourself out of a hole.

he was broke,
down to his last buck,
just lost his job,
flat tire on his truck,

when they offered him a credit application,
promising free money that would just need to be paid back somewhere along the way.

he said no, without even flinching,
just continued walkin’ on his way.

had to get to the mill in time to put in an application,
then door to door to see if anyone needed any help today.

when I asked him why he turned down the credit,
that he knew he could use it to help him fix his truck,
he said I'll be back on my feet in no time,
right now I'm just down on my luck.

what their selling you with their credit,
might not cost you nothing but your soul,
when you fall into a pit,
the worst thing you can do is pick up a shovel,
cause son you'll never dig yourself out of a hole.

You can't dig yourself out of a hole.
That's something I thought everyone would know.
You gotta, strap up them boots and start a climbin’,
and you might have to tighten up that belt a notch or so,
but borrowing money is like pickin up a shovel,
and you can't dig yourself out of a hole.


now if you believe what I'm saying so far.
well keep your ears a peeled for what I'm bout to say.
the same thing holds true here for our great nation. and the trillions our government is throwing away.

our nation shouldn't be getting hit so hard by any company failing.
and bailing any of these failures out will just cause more harm.
and offering out more credit to those making bad decisions,
only pushes the problem out to later,
where instead of switching from caviar to ramen noodles,
more people will have to sell the farm.

So Mr. President I hope you’re listenin'.
cause this common sense my daddy taught me a long time ago.
you gotta quit handin’ out shovels to this great nation.
in the hopes that some how it will help us grow.
when you fall down into a pit, up is the only way you need to go,
and these shovels only let us go deeper.
and you can't dig yourself out of a hole.

You can't dig yourself out of a hole.
That's something I thought everyone would know.
You gotta strap up those boots and start a climbin’
And you might have to tighten up that belt a notch or so.
But borrowing money is like pickin up a shovel.
And you can't dig yourself out of a hole.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

my island in the storm


in this dark and lonely wilderness,
I go through in my head,
woke up many a morning,
wishing I was dead,





I’ve had my fill of ups and downs, all along the way,
but I still woke up so lost and lonely, each and every day,
many would make the argument, that my soul cannot be saved,
to far gone on this road of wrong directions, that through my life I paved,



but somehow you look beyond what others could only see,
you’ve reached down deep inside, helping me to find me,

you took me by the hand, and walked with me through the storm,
and on this cold and lonesome journey, you made me feel so warm,





you show me light in darkness,
you show me hope in pain,
you show me love and kindness,
in the worst of mans known pain,


you teach me what is good in life, isn't always clearly marked as so,
you teach me what is bad in life, is put there to help us grow,

though many cannot seem to understand that, you still seem to try,
to shine your light upon them, to make them look for why,

and I hope that everyone one of them, gets to know you like I do,
gets a chance to see your glory, before their lives are through,

and lord we both know ill keep on sinning,
and wake up wondering why,
and we both know you'll keep on forgiving,
because we both know I try,


we will continue this walk together, just trying to find my soul,
so that we can end up together, and we will, this I know,



know that I appreciate your love, and that I won’t complain,
I won’t look down upon my hardships, or challenges in your name,

I thank you for my good times,
I thank you for my pain,
I thank you for all the broken hearts,
I’ve suffered along the way,


and I’ll just keep on a living, until my life is through,
knowing that you'll protect me, the way you always do,


this song ‘s for you sweet Jesus to thank you for your love,
and to remind me that sometimes in life we all need a shove,

so tomorrow I’ll start off again,
try to not do things so wrong,
and tomorrow evening I’ll sit back down again,
and write you another song,