When he plays the blues
On the hardest side of town
Where it would seem there’d
Hardly be hope or joy to be found
His dobro makes a lonesome sound
People come to listen from miles around
His music is deep, passionate, strong & loud
There’s not a dry eye in the crowd
By: J.N.R Dutton
One of my favorite things
is to hear someone pull
a fiddle bow across the strings,
it makes such a beautiful sound
It’s one of the most wonderful
instruments I’ve ever found
Whether it’s being played
on a float in a parade
or at a tribute when someone’s laid
to rest…even a mournful melody
Can be played so beautifully
By: J.N.R Dutton
He loves to play his harmonica
Loves to play the blues
To him, there’s nothing better
Than a simple soulful tune
He’s played it for years
and he’s almost ninety-two
If you ever met him,
you can be sure
He’d be thrilled to play for you
& he prefers overalls and slippers
over some fancy suit and blue suede shoes
By: J.N.R Dutton
I remember growing up listening to
“Jack & Diane”, “Rain On The Scarecrow”,
“Desperado” and “Simple Man”
There are so many other songs
in the soundtrack of my life
They’ll stick with me, surely,
Until the day I die
& when my time is over
& I’ve got no more seasons in the sun
I’ll leave a mutual love of music etched
In the heart of my son
J.N.R Dutton
His guitar was gathering dust
In the corner by the wall
He wanted to play again,
because hey, it’d been too long
So he picked it up
and strummed a few chords
He could tell it needed a little tuned
but even so to him
there was nothing better
than hearing music fill the room
By:J.N.R Dutton
Stevie Ray was a guitar player
He played wild raw Texas blues
He poured his heart & soul into it
Spent years paying his dues
They say he played like a man on fire
& if you saw him, you know it’s true
His music seemed to flow so naturally
He played in ways no one else could do
Just when his star shined the brightest though
He was gone way too soon
By:J.N.R Dutton
She spent her whole life
chasing down dreams
Experienced a lot of broken hearts
& guitar strings
but she found her victory
Thriving on lyrics
and sweet melodies
Letting her heart soar
Letting her voice ring
All the naysayers
That tried to shut her down
Are all in awe, saying “look at her now”
By: J.N.R Dutton
There was a woman people called
the hippie blues queen
She was wild & reckless as anyone had ever seen
and by 27 she was gone from this world
The world’s heart broke for that little lost girl
By:J.N.R Dutton
Inspired by the sad real life & death of Janis Joplin
I’ll tell you something that really helps me
Music as therapy,
I love how music can soothe the soul
When you’re feeling down & empty
It can really fill the hole
Whatever you’re dealing with,
just take your music off the shelf
It can say things for you
when you can’t express them yourself
By:J.N.R Dutton
Seems like he’s spent
most of his life on the highway
He’s part poet, part modern day gypsy
He was born to roam
he couldn’t even tell you
the last time he was home
He’s got people that love him,
people that miss him
It’s not always easy,
sometimes it’s straight up lonely
but every night he hits the stage
playing his songs
it sends a thrill through him
when he hears people sing along
In his life he’s traveled thousands of miles
If his music really touches a soul once in a while
that to him is what makes it all worthwhile
By: J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 