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My first rifle was a .243,
Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me,
and they taught me how to shoot with a steady hand,
I guess that’s something you don't understand.

Now I grew up on a prison farm,
sneaking pulls of shine from a mason jar,
used to go fishing out pickle creek dam,

End post floatin' on a southbound breeze,
Somewhere between heaven and tall pine trees,
Heartland I'm missin' you,
Guitar playin' through the night,
It felt pretty good yeah I'm feelin' alright,
As good as one for the price of two.

Its been along time gone,

A Couple Of Pretty Flowers

Is What I Brought I To You

I Saw You Through A Broken Window

With A Different Point Of View

Summer is comin', to an end
Just like the good times you'll be gone once again
Out of my life and out of this, one-horse town
Just like a bird you fly so high above the ground

But you're gone away and you left me far behind
You're gone away, can't get you outta my mind
You're gone, away, and I am here to stay

My grandpa had a rifle that he took from a Vietcong
But he pawned it on a guitar when he got back from Saigon
Every now and then I think about him when I set down to play
Swing Low Sweet Chariot, Amazing Grace
So let the beat roll on
About to get in the zone
I been locked up all by myself but I'm known to grow my own
I Burn it 'til it's gone

The night is my companion
And the highway is my home
Got me seeking for one last beacon
Every single place I roam
They say Jesus was a poor man
I guess I wish I had a little more him in me
Make it easier going on living
Heart ache and misery

Earthquakes and Hurricanes
And slow movin’ freight trains
Girl that’s how,
You make me feel sometimes

But you were gone away from here
So far my dear
Up by that northern state line