the knoxville girl

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…

Happy August everyone! Here is a video that Scott Nelson created of our new song, Old Barn! I hope you enjoy it! God Bless Scott and I thank him for all of his hard work!

Here is a new one I wrote. rather rough, needs some sparkle still...

While this old city is under stars 

I lie awake, wonder where you are 

Fire dances with the old north wind 

Took my chances on you again 

…

I wrote this one but I can't really come up with a title other than "a messy song." haha! Hope you enjoy the story. Thanks, as always, for your support! 

He boarded up the ol' bait store 

Put a lock…

A friend told me I needed to record some of my writings, so this is a rough recording of The Cherokee. Thank you for listening and all of the support, dear friends! 

When sunshine rusts into stardust 

Turquoise beams into indigo dreams 

With brier by her, she spins her spire 

In the forest  you must trust 

Her schemes of silver seams 

Foxfire admires her silken wire 

Focused, she hocused the unjust 

The…