an agent for the devil , on the road again
look what he has done
he’s the icon on the morning news
he’s another smoking gun.
Should the teacher open up the book

her little arms weren’t strong enough
to keep her momma home
so that cold November morning
left a little girl alone
nothing to be thankful for
her momma closed the door

“Cross roads “
As she rode on in the back seat
of her momma’s car /
she remembered all the paths ,
she knew them all by heart
but one day at a cross roads ,

Half time at the football game
first date going fine
just as luck would have it
started raining bout that time
closer to each other
with umbrella made for one
nuzzling together

All alone on Douglas Avenue,
He's a torn and weathered scene,
His back against the wind,
that howls with a mighty scream,
His eyes are cold and lonely;
his hand's a weathered tan,

I'm a stranger to the fever
that changed our east Kentucky home.
but the grave yard has the story.
with the proof on half the stone.
It closed down the railroad,

Creek Stone
I traveled up a mountain to a
hundred year old tree. And
underneath the shade was a grave
right next to me. A creek stone for a
marker, with no mention of a name.

the telephone is squalling,
the first shadow of the day,
his addiction left in history
but his rent is coming late,
shadows of addiction
a soul stranded in the past,

The loving hands of momma
reach out to hold her son
the miracle at birth
love without a word

They look into each others eyes
different reasons why they cry
this love without a word

“Auction “

The day of the auction was a day to have fun
the sun was a shining , the town on it’s way
everyone wanted that old home place

The truth about it girl,
is the pain is always there,
gripping at my conscience,
keeping me aware,
the pain of truth can cut so deep,
hot iron on the soul,
branded to my memory ,

Some have tried to help me,
some have turned aside,
some have seen the truth,
that I have failed to hide
the burning fragrance of a flower,
and the smoke thereof have passed,

soft music on the radio
oh babe!!!!!! Do you recall our song
that special song has summons
feelings that were so strong

yesterday's forbidden babe,,
and tomorrow may be blind

the swamp had drowned in a heavy fog, moon was out of sight
the tattoo covered witch doctor, said, step into the light,
standing in the doorway , a strange plant in his hand

The cards were on the table, in a house to hard to change,
where 38's were loaded , also noted for they’re range,

minutes changed to hours, and looks began to stare,