THEY DON’T KNOW

“Funny thing ‘bout folks… they always got somethin’ to say. See ya sittin’ alone call ya cold. Walk away from trouble call ya scared. Stay quiet… they think you’re hidin’ somethin’.”

“But truth is… they don’t know a damn thing.”

“They don’t know ‘bout the nights I spent starin’ at the sky, wonderin’ if I was doin’ this life right. They don’t know ‘bout the times I coulda fought back… but I chose to keep ridin’.”

“They don’t know how heavy a man’s past can sit on his shoulders… even when he ain’t done nothin’ wrong.”

“So let ‘em talk. Let ‘em make up their stories.”

“At the end of the day… the only thing that matters is what you know.”

“And me? I know I ain’t no outlaw. I ain’t no saint neither… but I ain’t never hurt nobody that didn’t have it comin’.”

DUSTY ROAD

Whiskey burns, red sun fades,
dust rides high in the sky.
Boots hit gravel, echoes fade,
love turns cold.

Cold wind howls, lost remain,
cards fell hard, strayed again.
Smoke still lingers, scars run deep,
buried love.

Dusty Road,
Whiskey flows where the lost souls go.
Dusty Road,
Love too turned to dust in the cold wind’s blow.
Just a ghost on Dusty Road.

Gunshots rang, night stood still,
heart went cold, hands won’t heal.
Tracks are gone, fate is cast away.

Moonlight fades, dreams won’t last,
shadows call from the past.
Just a name time won’t erase once again.

Dusty Road,
Whiskey flows where the lost souls go.
Dusty Road,
Love too turned to dust in the cold wind’s blow.
Just a ghost on Dusty Road.

Bottle’s dry, night runs deep,
ain’t no rest, ain’t no sleep.
One last ride, one last show,
then I’m gone where the outlaws go.

Dusty Road,
Whiskey flows where the lost souls go.
Dusty Road,
Love too turned to dust in the cold wind’s blow.
Just a ghost on Dusty Road.

CECILIA & ME

Soft hands touch, stars shine bright
Eyes meet slow, love feels right
Warm embrace, hearts beat fast
Hold me close, make this last.

Midnight ride, whisper low
Promise made, won’t let go
Golden dawn, soft and true
Every road, leads to you.

Oh Cecilia & Me,
Riding through the dust and back
Running so fast, no turning back
Calling meeeeee, voice in the wind so low
This ain’t just music, it’s Cecilia & me.

You’re the fire in the midnight cold
Sunlit open fields, purest gold
Rolling rivers, wild and free
Every road leads you to me.

Golden skies and a saddle worn
Loving you since the day I was born
Every mile, every bend
With you, the trail will never end.

Oh Cecilia & Me,
Riding through the dust and back
Running so fast, no turning back
Calling meeeeee, voice in the wind so low
This ain’t just music, it’s Cecilia & me.

SOLLY’S HOUSE

Past the oak where fireflies shine,
Solly’s house feels warm, feels fine.
Lantern’s glow, rain taps slow,
calling you back home.

Porch light sways, a tune so sweet,
love and laughter, hearts still beat.
Night rolls in, stars shine through,
Solly’s house waits for you.

Green wall hums with stories old,
paint worn soft, memories told.
Shadows dance in candlelight,
home feels safe tonight.

Cards laid down, a friendly game,
Solly laughs, calls my name.
Jokes run wild, time slips fast,
good times built to last.

Solly’s house,
warm and bright,
feels like home…
feels just right.
A place to stay through the night.

Solly’s house,
still the same,
calls you back…
speaks your name.
A place to rest when times get tight.

Hands worked hard, years ran long,
brick by brick, standing strong.
Fought through storms, held on tight,
built with love, built just right.

Floorboards creak, whispers low,
echoes of the life they know.
Every scar, every stain,
tells a story, speaks a name.

Dreams still rise with morning light,
hopes stay warm through the night.
Solly smiles, eyes so wide,
future’s knocking just outside.

One more year, one more day,
new dreams come, old ones stay.
Through it all, through the fight,
Solly’s house still shines bright.

Solly’s house,
warm and bright,
feels like home…
feels just right.
A place to stay through the night.

Solly’s house,
still the same,
calls you back…
speaks your name.
A place to rest when times get tight.

DUST AND BURDENS

My hands are rough, worn by the land,
Calloused and cracked like the dirt where I stand.
Every dollar I hold is a dream torn in two,
But I’ve got a boy, and he’s counting on you.

His mama ran off on a train full of lies,
Lost in the haze of a needle’s disguise.
That poison ran deeper than the wild prairie wind,
Left me here broken, too tired to bend.

Hey, dust and burdens, weigh down on me,
Walking these roads where the sky meets the sea.
Hey, dust and burdens, not asking for pity,
Just time on my side, to raise up a man with hands tough as mine.

Sunrise still finds me standing tall,
Fighting my demons, I wrestle ‘em all.
This old rifle, passed down from my dad,
Tells me the world never gave a damn back.

Hard times don’t break me, they sharpen my blade,
Lessons in blood and the prices I’ve paid.
Ain’t looking for mercy, just holding my ground,
Built like the thunder, I won’t be struck down.

Maybe one day I’ll see in his eyes,
A piece of myself that never ran dry.
I won’t die rich, but I’ll die proud,
Knowing I kept my boy from falling down.

Hey, dust and burdens, weigh down on me,
Walking these roads where the sky meets the sea.
Hey, dust and burdens, not asking for pity,
Just time on my side, to raise up a man with hands tough as mine.

Hey, dust and burdens… and tomorrow we’ll see.

Riding Home

Dust on the highway, wheels keep rollin’ on.
A trucker’s heart, never far from his home.
Mama cried, but he held his ground.
Life’s a road, and he took it down.

Now he’s ridin’ home, where the wild winds blow.
Golden skies and dusty roads, where the angels go.
Though he’s gone, I hear his song, in the whistle of the train.
In the wind, he rides along, through the sun and rain.

Sister prays, Mama sighs, I keep drivin’ through the night.
Every mile, I hear his call, his love still guides me tall.
Boots on gravel, moon shines bright, hear his voice in the dead of night.
Every road, every mile I roam, I know he’s there, I ain’t alone.

In the sunset glow, I see his face.
Through the thunder’s roar, I hear his grace.

Now he’s ridin’ home, where the wild winds blow.
Golden skies and dusty roads, where the angels go.
Though he’s gone, I hear his song, in the whistle of the train.
In the wind, he rides along, through the sun and rain.

No, he ain’t been gone too long…