the knoxville girl

Just another empty bar 

Dusty tables. Unchalked cue 

Just another empty bar 

No rocks and ain’t no whose who’s 

And I don’t know, who you are 

I can tell you paid you’re dues 

I don’t know who you are 

But…

Wake up, moon shine 

You’ve cast your spell on me 

It’s been a dark, dark night 

But I can finally see. 

Wake on up, moon shine 

Won’t you show your silver soul 

I had to walk downtown 

In a smile…

I didn't make a post for Decoration Day, although everyday I am thankful for those who made the ultimate sacrifice for freedom. I wrote this song and my dear friend, the late Kent Bilbrey arranged and recorded it. He. had…

This is a cd project my wonderful friend Scott Nelson is creating. The cover art was just completed by Clint Adams. One of my songs appears on this cd. I wanted to share it because some of you havFrom e…

something different that I jotted down....

1936

Come with me, to the picture show 

We can walk there in the Tuesday snow 

Greta Garbo, something we’ve seen 

Not sure whose going to light up the screen 

Mama’s listening to Bob…

Shine 

Sterling lines on  the roadway 

Like a thousand twinkling stars 

And you tried to make me stay 

In those winter days of ours 

Now my time is almost spent 

My hand was never enough 

It’s hard to say what…

This is one I wrote back in 2014 about how the giving season seems to end after the holidays...be sure to always look out for others, no matter the season. The late Kent Bilbrey recorded his version of this song…

One December night 

I saw a paper doll 

Standing in the rain... 

And I couldn’t believe the sight 

The storm did not at all 

Tear her apart in vain... 

I knew her from some other time 

Back when we were…

Have you ever walked past a building or church and could hear what was happening inside but felt too awkward to go inside? Like you did not belong, yet you had as much right to be there as anyone else…

I am working on some new songs and new site updates...please stay tuned! As always, we appreciate your support!

I wrote this after the 9/11 tragic act of terrorism happened. I am sharing it by request. Thank you. May we all continue to pray for one another as we still stumble through the horrors of that day. 

Mourning Sky  

…

His hands were rough and ragged 

Working carpenter by trade 

Carving out his lonely world 

In everything that he made 

He strummed softly on his strings 

After hours in the sun 

And watched the full moon rise up 

Another day…