Songs for Christopher Jack

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.

Ain’t it funny how life changes by the hour?
Ain’t it just like weeds to start with a pretty little flower?
The weeds they were unlucky that day up in Kentucky in Bowling Green cleaning grandma’s grave.