HORSE HOBBLER is my 10th collection of landfill folk songs written since the beginning of the pandemic era. Have a listen while you hitch yer wagons west under the hazlewood sun.
You got your pistols
Drawn at dawn
I ain’t got no ears
To hear where I went wrong
Choose your battles
When you fancy a fight
the setting ink of sunset
The art of war has arrived
Out of context
Even out of my mind
In the heat of battle
Words tattoo my life
Was it seven years ago
When I threw a bad throw
Hit your heart
Bruised your aching soul
Will you ever walk away
From the words we paid
Real dearly for
Now I’m not so sure
Out of order
Come back again
Hit the reset button
Let’s be friends
That’s not how it goes
You have got some nerve to know
What you’ve done what you’ve grown
Now your peace is all I own
Forever a cruel man
Forever a toad
I was minding your minefield
Saddle step I explode
Talk about romance
Never gave me a fair chance
You got the last laugh
An unfair epitaph
Here he lies in
Unforgiven sin
Everything he had done
Everything he ever said