A man in old cowboy boots with well worn soles
taps out rhythms touching hearts & souls
Playing a guitar in his hands w/strings of steel
Letting everybody know everything he feels
The joys of his life, and his pain yet to heal
They all relate b/c he keeps it real
By: J.N.R Dutton
A man with long sandy hair from Jacksonville
Some people trash talked him, said “you never will
amount to anything man,”
but he ended up fronting a band
Singing his heart out w/his mic in his hand
burning life’s candle at both ends
playing and chilling with all his rowdy friends
By: J.N.R Dutton
There’s a man named Chris that I listen to
Has a talent for down home country
& the delta blues
He writes about life, Love,
joys & regrets
I’ve not heard a song from him
at all that I hate yet
By: J.N.R Dutton
Travis is an old man now
58 and still going strong
I love him now just like I always did
His music’s been a part of me
since I was a kid
As long as that old man wants to sing his songs
and share his heart, I’ll continue to sing along
and I’ll remember him when he’s gone
I know I definitely won’t be the only one
By: J.N.R Dutton
Aaron sat on a mostly empty stage
Just him and an old guitar
He was playing his heart out
for all who would listen
people said he’d be a star
he never cared about
doing anything more
than reaching people
to the depths of their heart
By: J.N.R Dutton
I’m jamming to my playlist
People like Church, Corbett & Cash
They put their heart & soul into it all
They wouldn’t settle for trash
I love them for
The trails that they blazed
the blood, the sweat & tears they gave
the songs they wrote & sang
I’ll forever thank them for that
They are the coolest cats
By: J.N.R Dutton
His mind’s a little sideways
his heart’s a little blue
he’d lay his feelings out in song
but his guitar’s out of tune
& his singing voice sounds like
wolves baying at the moon
Oww ooh ooh
By: J.N.R Dutton
The opening lyrics to a new song, I am thinking genre-wise of the blues.
Jonathan grew up in the 1980’s and ’90’s, a typical suburbanite
He loved watching “The Wonder Years” when it came on Nick @ Nite
and he dreamed of playing music in Memphis & Nashville
Those neon city lights they shined so bright
He hasn’t forgotten
the dreams he dreamed back then
but he’s got such sweetness in his life now
and it’s so much more precious to him
By: J.N.R Dutton
Man putting on traveling shoes,
walking the backroads,
singing the blues
An old six string, often slung cross his back
Except when he plays,
til his fingers are blistered and cracked
By: J.N.R Dutton
Dear Thomas,
I’m not going to lie man,
your talent often shines like diamonds,
I think you’re one of a kind, man
I love how unflinching,
how unapologetic you are
dropping your bars
you’re often spitting raw truth
to the masses in your rhymes,
I’d never get tired of listening
even if I heard it a thousand times
Keep pushing forward, I love the passion & zeal, keep it real
By: J.N.R Dutton
