Answer the call...

There's a voice that you've been hearing,
Telling you that somethings wrong.

There are things that you've been seeing,
Telling you it won't be long.

There are children in the dessert dying.
mothers in their backyards crying.
leaders on their soapboxes lying.
As you sit there and listen to the words of this song.

And there's a voice that you've been hearing.
Telling you that somethings wrong.

There are things that you've been seeing,
Telling you it won't be long.

Our mother earth cries to us,
trying to get us to hear.
she tells us we've lost our ways,
but we just turn a death ear.

She shakes us with earthquakes,
pours down flooding rains,
and yet we still dont want to hear.

So now her tears of oil bleed into our oceans,
painting us with our shame,
but yet those of us far enough away, laugh at this dirty game,
as we still keep marching on as if their is nothing to fear.

There's a voice that you've been hearing,
Telling you that somethings wrong.

There are things that you've been seeing,
Telling you it won't be long.


Their are threats to our freedom,
that come from a different voice.
They teach us that we must follow them,
as if we don't have a choice.

Their and blinded ones following,
as their song has such a ring,
filled with promises of brighter days.

But beneath all the glittered promises,
lies the truth of more of the same.

There's a voice that you've been hearing,
Telling you that somethings wrong.

There are things that you've been seeing,
Telling you it won't be long.

So if you are listening,
maybe it's time you answered the call.
Stood up for your freedoms,
and told them that it won't be long.

For the truth is not always the most popular song.
But those who walk with it, are walking where they belong.
And if the words speak to you, there are things to do, do dont sit and let this time fade.
Stand up for the riteous blood will never be spilled in vein.

There's a voice that you've been hearing,
Telling you that somethings wrong.

There are things that you've been seeing,
Telling you it won't be long.

So if you are listening,
maybe it's time you answered the call.
Stood up for your freedoms,
and told them that it won't be long.

just give me one last ride

it was hard to see him laying there,
he looked like he'd been through hell,
the scars and bruises all over him,
told the story very well,

they said it'd been an awful crash,
must have been going a hundred and twelve,
when them semi trailer had cut him off,
and sent him over that guard rail,

i tried to fight the tears back,
as i sat down to say goodbye,
and could swear i heard a enginer purr,
as he opened up his eyes,

he looked at me and could see my fear,
so he tried to calm me down,
he laughed and said well wheres the booze,
ive got some pain i need to drown,

and he said hey man this is the end,
i aint gonna make it to your show,
ive got a restless soul that was born to ride,
and its my time to go,

then he said but there is one thing i gotta ask you to do,
man you gotta get me out of here i dont wanna die in this room,
he looked over at the window seal and said i need some air,
prop that window open so i can breathe,
and help me to that chair,

he fought with all that he could give,
as i took him by the arm,
and as he got close to the window he started to sing a song,

he said...

I ain't praying for tomorrow.
No I dont want back yesterday.
I just wanna beg still or borrow,
just Whats left of today.

lord i know that Im leaving.
I know that it's my time.
But with the last few breaths Im breathing.
Lord all im asking,
is give me just one last ride.

and as he said these words to me,
he rose up out that chair,
and it seemed like angels had lifted him,
as he floated through that air,

that room must have been 20 stories high,
as he went falling down,
and you could hear that engine purring again,
just before he hit the ground,

he said...


I ain't praying for tomorrow.
No I dont want back yesterday.
I just wanna beg still or borrow,
just Whats left of today.

lord that Im leaving.
I know that it's my time.
But with the last few breaths Im breathing.
Lord give me just one last ride.

day 2

He woke up feeling good to face the day.
thought how nice it was to have a morning feel this way.
The day before yesterday he dumped that bottle down the drain.
Told himself and everyone that he was going clean.
But hell that was yesterday and today the boys have that poker game.
And whats the harm of throwing a few back to try and numb the pain.

Day one, well that one's easy.
Day one, everyone's on your side.
Day one, is just the beginning.
Day one, starting up that mountainside.
Day one, looking for redemption.
Day one, got nothing to lose.
Day one, it's how your start it.
Day one, but what about Day two.

yesterday she left that telephone on the hook
went out with some friends, then sat down and read a book
it felt good to fight back the urge
that guys never been any good for her

she told herself it was over, never again, was she going back
it was time to fight redemption, time to get her life back on track

but this morning she's feeling kinda low
she a little lost and wondering where to go

Day one, well that one's easy.
Day one, everyone's on your side.
Day one, is just the beginning.
Day one, starting up that mountainside.
Day one, looking for redemption.
Day one, got nothing to lose.
Day one, it's how your start it.
Day one, but what about Day two.

i didn't chose this life, it chose me

When I was just a little boy, Grandpa had me, bouncing on his knee.
Telling me stories, about life, and how things used to be.

he told me boy this life is filled with cross roads, we've gotta make hard decisions everyday.
And we can a spend our whole lives wondrin. How it might have came out, if we had just gone the other way.

but in the end, what's it really matter,
we all, gotta play the cards were dealt.

And all the consequences ,of my, decisions.
Well they are there, in those pictures, that line that shelf.

and I wouldn't trade this life, I'm living.
As then I might not have this boy here on my knee.
And I know, he's gonna write his own history.

He's gonna change this world, you'll see.
and one day, hell be lookin back, backward. With his own, grandson, on his knee.

yeah son, that's the real beauty, of living this life and being free.
And even though I got to make the choices, hell I know, the one in charge it wasn't me. 0

I was just following my directions, wrote by, the man, who deals the cards.
Following, a path, that had been written, long before he put me in charge.

so son I just hope, you remember.
To thank him, once, in a while.

for all of your bad decisions, cause in the end they'll all work themselves out.
And if your lucky they'll lead to memories, and pictures to line your own shelves.

yes we get to make our own choices, its the beauty of being free.
But in the end I think you'll agree. T
the one thing I can say for certain, i didn't chose this life, it chose me.

She's gonna love you like a chainsaw.

She's gonna love you like a chainsaw.
get you heated up then leave you raw.
lure you in with that pretty smile.
Has that moves ll drive a man wild.

She'll seduce you with those pretty eyes.
hypnotize with those tight thighs.
While your there she'll make you feel alive.
everyman that loves her eventually cries.

She's gonna love you like a chainsaw.
get you heated up then leave you raw.
lure you in with that pretty smile.
Has that moves drive a man wild.

Her kind of love is fast and hard.
Never lasts and leaves your scarred.
Rips you up inside and out.
torn to pieces before you have time to shout.

She'll seduce you with those pretty eyes.
You'll fall in love with those tight thighs.
Once your in she'll make you feel alive.
everyman that loves her eventually cries.

She's gonna love you like a chainsaw.
get you heated up then leave you raw.
lure you in with that pretty smile.
Has that moves drive a man wild.

from hello to goodbye...

just a poet looking for a song,
found one with her, tried to sing along,
it felt so right,
we both knew it was wrong,
but wrong or right those feelings were so strong,

from hello to goodbye,
lord it was such a ride,
kind of feelings make you feel alive,
from hello to goodbye,

the pretty smile from my cheesy line,
flirtations went on for all night,
caught in the moments forgot about our lives,
under the romanticism of the neon lights,

from hello to goodbye,
lord it was such a ride,
kind of feelings make you feel alive,
from hello to goodbye,

it carried on for a week or so,
trying to deny what we already know,
things were bound to crash,
we both had to go,

even though it couldn't last
a different stone i would never cast,
only regret that it went by so fast,

from hello to goodbye,
lord it was such a ride,
kind of feelings make you feel alive,
from hello to goodbye,

you can catch him at church every once in a Sunday,
the back pew always seems to save him a seat.
where the booze sweating out from saturday night,
gets met with the tear running down his cheek.

Lord know's he loves his whiskey and women,
won't let a good time pass him by.
loves this life he has been given,
is going to till the day he dies

deep within the body of a sinner,
a saints heart does lie
would walk through fire for friends and family,
never afraid to lay down his life

to stubborn to give in to the devil,
his pride won’t let God have his soul,
he hasn't lost his sense of direction,
he's just taking the long way home