Heard a couple songs today, they hit me so hard, such powerful lyrics they got right straight to my heart
One in particular, was about a little boy asking a preacher if heaven’s real, and about him hitting his knees to pray with such fervent zeal
Childlike faith, such a precious thing, we could use a little more of that these days
By: J.N.R Dutton
Oh Christina that stunning Ashland Kentucky voice touches my soul
I’ve been listening to you since I was just a few years old and the poetry in your lyrics, girl, it’s some of the best I’ve ever heard
I can feel every ounce of passion you pour into every word
By: J.N.R Dutton
Heard a man named Jimmie singing about down home, I can’t explain adequately what it did to me,
but I’ll do my best, yeah I’ll sure try at least….
It touched my heart, pulled at those strings and brought back a thousand beautiful memories of the Love nurtured in that place and it brought a sun-glow smile to my face, that’s just a few of the wonderful things
By: J.N.R Dutton
Tonight I’m jamming to music, some classics, and some fresh sounds I’d never heard, soaking up the melodies, taking in every heartfelt word
From songs about new fatherhood, and songs about new Love, songs about the roughest heartbreaks and having the strength to overcome and so many others that I’d Love to tell you of …
As the singers tell their stories, one verse at a time, I’m sitting here letting my heart feel and find inspiration for another set of rhymes
By: J.N.R Dutton
That old guitar is worn,
the wood is warped,
but it still sounds good,ok?
I’ve gotta say
the hours and years you put in,
my friend
they really do pay, and I
could listen to your heartfelt melodies
all day, keep playing your heart out
for as long as you wish and can
Yeah man, keep touching lives in your beautiful way
By: J.N.R Dutton
(For a beautifully gifted guitar genius)
Old Billy played that good old mountain music
that mandolin, he sure could make it cry
He would play every morning, noon, and evening, and everyone could see the passion in his eyes
He’d play until his fingers bled, at least that’s what the legends said, he strived to be the best, and his beloved instrument was laid to rest beside him when he died
By: J.N.R Dutton
Dear Mindy, I was listening
to the songs you used to sing
there were things in them that shed light
on your confusion and your pain
Hindsight’s 20/20, so they say
If someone had seen it sooner
maybe something could have changed
So many people miss you every day
By: J.N.R Dutton
Listening to the whine of that old blues harp,
oh you play so well, my brother
So much heart & so much soul,
When one tune ends
I can’t wait for another
You make it sound so bittersweet
Get people rising to their feet
Dancing so happy & free
Your playing really is
breathtaking to me
By: J.N.R Dutton
Old Mac, old buddy, you’re looking quite gray
I remember the red hair you had back in the day
It really stood out, looked like
a hot raging flame
but beyond that, you stood out
for so many other things
like the poems and music you wrote
& how your fingers danced so beautifully
across a great multitude of guitar strings
& how you kept a firm grip on the sweet
down home way you were raised
By: J.N.R Dutton
A copper colored guitar’s
slung across a drifting picker’s back
He walks upon roads of old cobblestone
As the night soon fades to black
He is well on his way to where he needs to go
He’ll be there by early dawn,
then he’ll jump, jive, & jam
with all his friends, that’s the plan
until the day once again is gone
By: J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 