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I wrote this song about my Granddad.  You see when we were kids back on the farm, if you ever did anything to make Granddad proud he’d say “You’re a good boy Jack”. Now the funny thing was nobody in our family was ever named jack, but that didn’t seem to matter much.  One Christmas my Granddad passed away.  I realized then he never had the chance to say those words to me.

I was just a boy of fourteen/ Living on the family farm/ Watching and helping my Daddy and Granddad make some repairs on the barn/ We worked all day till the work was done/ Then Granddad stood beside his son and in his loving way/ I heard my Granddad say 

Chorus: You’re a good boy Jack/ You made your father proud/ Now where others might have given in/ You saw your job to the end/ Your father loves you so/ Don’t you know you’re a good boy Jack 

Now those days we spent with Granddad they seem so long ago/ For the Lord has had him as His guest for sev-eral years or so/ It hurt so much to see him leave for with him went my childhood dreams/ Of growing old one day just to hear my Granddad say 

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Now when my time on earth is done/ The Lord and I will journey on/ And with Him on that day/ I hope to hear my Heavenly Father say 

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This was the first song I wrote for our band “Out-of-Town” with Julie Fischer and the Fink boys. Somehow we don’t have any pictures from those days of playing festivals, practicing in the garage, or recording our three tunes in Nashville but the pic above was from that time frame. Years later, this turned out to be one of Jen’s favorite songs I have recorded… I can’t say it is any good, but it is different. 🙂

My engines cooling on a summer evening/ The country’s quite tonight/ My old Ford radio has been keeping me company/ I’ve been driving a while/ Up and down these old country roads/ I almost did stop by/ But every time I passed your door my heart it just ran wild/ 

Sun is setting behind the hills before me/ I guess it’s time to go home/ Supper is waiting and my chores need tend-ing/ I’m so lonely and cold/ Now tomorrow I’m stopping going to lay it on the line/ Tell her that I love her and I want her for mine/ No city slicker is going to keep me from getting her/ Going to tell her I love her this time. 

Chorus: Cause this Country Boy’s In Love/ And he likes what he found/ She can tell her city bo’ to pack his fancy clothes and head it on out of town/ Cause this Country Boy’s In Love/ I might have over stepped my bounds/ I know my pickup truck well it just don’t match up to the sports car he drives around/ But this Country Boy’s in Love with the country girl he found/ No maybe I can’t compete with those city streets/ But you can betcha I’ll stand my ground. 

No my mind is racing faster/ But I’m driving slow/ And I’m trying to figure whether to stop or let her go/ But who is kidding who/ I know I’m in love/ So stop and tell her what your thinking of.

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When a thought from pen to paper goes
there is a loss of it’s original glow.

It’s glean though gone can glean another
and spark a thought in the mind of a brother.

The value of a thought’s unknown for the thinker knows not what seed he’s sown.

The thought so precious must be guarded well and the tongue must carefully this thought tell.

For how this thought is spoken or penned will ultimately decide that thoughts end.

So when your tongue or hands do hold, this thing the thought, more precious than gold.

With reverence and caution the meaning portray or do not at all its meaning attempt to say.

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My talent with the tongue and rhyme
Like spring has come and gone with time
And though I’m left with thoughts to speak
My tongue is mute and pen is weak.

Maybe these jewels I’ve never seen
And all my rhymes were but a dream.

My speech is taken prisoner.
My thoughts are shackle bound.
So I’ll leave this world of poetry
Just as it was found.