Ain’t On The Map

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 * co-written with Trevor Silva

Take a left on Cherry Lane
Neighborhood doesn’t look the same
See that white picket fence
Where I played with Jack my oldest friend

He don’t live there anymore
Since the factory closed its doors
Let me show you how it used to be
On that little dead end street

That’s where Johnny broke his arm, where I learned to drive a car
Choked on a cigarette had a 4th grade broken heart
Love to show you ‘round but there’s no going back
Because the town where I grew up ain’t on the map

About a quarter mile of broken dreams
Just a stretch of old Route 33
There used to be a diner open late
Silenced by the interstate

Let me show you how it used to be
On that little dead end street

That’s where Johnny broke his arm, where I learned to drive a car
Choked on a cigarette had a 4th grade broken heart
Love to show you ‘round but there’s no going back
Because the town where I grew up ain’t on the map

All the pictures I remember
Only shadows of the past
Wish I could see them clearer
They seemed to disappear so fast


 - July 2019 -                                                                                                                       #286


In My Next Life

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 * co-written with Emma Gale * 

Couldn’t say the last time I stayed up after dark
Took a chance or rolled the dice, listened to my heart
Never took the fast lane or threw caution to the wind
Waited on the sidelines for my life to begin

Stepped across the cracks between the pavement in the clouds
In a pair of silver slippers and a long white cotton gown
Stood in line and heard the laughs of souls ahead of mine
One by one they reached the pearly gates and stepped inside

Well I tried living perfect but my dreams I left behind
Funny thing about life is no one makes it out alive
I’d be breaking all the rules if I could do it all again
Lord in my next life, gonna’ live before it ends
Lord in my next life, gonna’ live before it ends

Saint Peter raised an eyebrow, yawned and checked the clock
Looked me up and down, then he offered me a scotch
Said “son, I checked the transcript … a mighty careful life;
Coulda’ let your hair down, coulda’ drawn outside the lines”

Well I tried living perfect but my dreams I left behind
Funny thing about life is no one makes it out alive
I’d be breaking all the rules if I could do it all again
Lord in my next life, gonna’ live before it ends
Lord in my next life, gonna’ live before it ends

Then he handed me a ticket, one-way back to Earth
And told me “hold on tight now, this is gonna’ hurt!
So dig a little deeper and take a couple risks
It ain’t time to die yet ‘cause you never really lived”


 - July 2019 -                                                                                                                  #285


Double Branch Road

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 * co-written with David Easterling *

Heard the tires screamin’ as she took a wrong turn
By the broke down mill where the creek no longer flows
Just before the line went dead said she thought she saw
A black Ford pick up on Double Branch Road

Spreadin’ like a wildfire in whispers one by one
There’s a lotta’ gossip at the Gas n’ Go
Even the boys in blue can’t seem to track it down
A black Ford pick up on Double Branch Road

The voices of the ones we’ve lost echo in my mind
Like a thunder storm three counties wide
Chase the light and spin my wheels while the rain is fallin’ hard
No one knows where the bodies are

Grabbed a clear glass bottle of somethin’ strong and dark
Loaded up my mama’s six chamber Colt
Maybe for the last time course I could be wrong
A black Ford pick up on Double Branch Road

The voices of the ones we’ve lost echo in my mind
Like a thunder storm three counties wide
Chase the light and spin my wheels while the rain is fallin’ hard
No one knows where the bodies are

Hard to find the words why a hunter needs to hunt
It’s a thrill that most will never know
Hid the Sheriff’s car and slid into the front seat
Of a black Ford pick up on Double Branch Road


 - July 2019 -                                                                                                                               #284