I hope I didn’t wake you
I just had to make this call
It’s been so long since I’ve seen you
It was 19 years last fall
Give my best to your momma
I really hope she’s well
I’m still sorry for the drama
There were times when it was hell
There was so much possibility
On that sunny mountain road
The year I met your momma
Such a long long time ago
I see you there on facebook and my heart fills up with pride
There are times I’ve tried to see you but you’re busy with your life
But something good came from it all
I see it there in you
You sister sends her love from her
Your nieces and nephew
Em D B7 Em
Fall became the winter and my hair has turned to gray
My heart still holds a splinter from those pretty summer days
Writings from the fall of 2017 to the early summer of 2018
Songs inspired by or written for my daughter Elaynia Cline Parker. And songs I wrote for my grandchildren.
I am not sure you heard all of these, Lori. I put them in a specific order for you to listen to someday when you are thinking of me.
I love you all very much.
Songs written about, to and for my son, Christopher Jack Cline. And songs that I wrote for his mother.
I love you Jack. We are all writing our stories until we close the book.
This is a well selected playlist of the best songs written for my family.
Political satire fascinates me. This is meant as a fun reflection on the angst and rivalry between the two largest religions on earth… or is it???
Souls for Sale from Rusty on Vimeo.
Yellow Rose for Red
She Plants the little thorny thing
Inside the flower bed
And the thorns will grow a yellow rose
A yellow rose for Red
Her mind looks back and wonders
Through the years and memories
As the sky turns black and thunders
She hums his melody
**The yellow rose of Texas
Still shines for you my love
Though the nights are cold and lonely
It’s you I’m dreaming of
And if you could only hear me, Red
I’d sing this song for you
I’d sing… the yellow rose of Texas
Loves you forever true**
Not long after she met him
He sent a yellow rose
And she knew that if she’d let him
Soon he would propose
So she slipped off to Texas
Her folks she said to see
But just as sure as he’s a Texan
He followed his bride to be
He said you are my yellow rose
The only rose for me
Then he took the lady by the hand
And got down on bended knee
But the thunder crashed and the rain fell
And disturbed her memory
So she walked back in the lonely house
To sing is melody
Well I’m sure glad he chased her
And that they were finally wed
You see, I’m the product of their love
The Cline’s, Melba and Red
She told me once she always knew
He’d be the first to go
So for a little company
She plants a yellow rose
Written for my mother, on the first anniversary of my father’s death.
Written on the 28th anniversary of my father’s death. Amazed as to how I continue to keep him alive in my heart.