To Mis Hermanos:

I had a good day
ate some bird
wished i's with y'all
hugging sibs and rocking out
and drinking till we fall

but i am here
y'all were there
this distance gets me all frustrated
and getting tips all on my own is
highly overrated
(c)2010 CJG

The grapes of wrath are ripe
and we're all drunk off the wine
we'd get shovels and picks and rebuild '66
but theres nowhere to go this time

They say 'stay gold' but we all grow old
with stories left untold
Ive got miles to go before i sleep
and i carry a heavy load

the ghost of Tom Joad is still trying to fight
his soul my shadow and his cause still the right
look into their eyes ma its me that you'll see
im a travelin soldier seems like the last of the breed

3rd world is our world and its second to none
like russian roulette with a loaded mag in the gun
they take their chances im just takin' my time
lonely vagabond gypsy
still walkin the line

then Atlas shrugged
and the world fell down
no one made a sound
when it hit the ground

(c) 2011 CJG

There’s a place out in the country with a path that’s traveled still
And the old men and women who have shared it all forever
Come a walking from beyond the tree covered hills
And as I watch them walk by they look at me with lifeless eyes
Like something was taken from them long ago
Old mans faded blue collar tattered and he stopped
And so I asked him where he was going
He just said ‘well son, I don’t know’

I sat for a while in my ’52 Chevy thinking about all that man told me
And I watched those ghosts roll by softly singing you are my sunshine
And it floated across the warm breeze lazily
As I lay down that night in bed could not forget what he had said
Sipping on a shot of whisky restlessly
So I pulled out my guitar, wrote down a few words in the dark
And then I told the story just as it was told to me

Aint no more coal left in the ground
Nevermore hear that lonesome train whistle sound
Tobacco aint dryin in the old shed anymore
Mason jars just sitting empty
Holler’s lonely as it can be
Good ol white lightning simply doesn’t strike here like before
(c) 2006 CJG

Old chair sitting broken in the corner
Dusty mirror hanging on the wall
Mamas in the kitchen making a cup of coffee
Daddy he’s just sleeping down the hall
Sisters in the back yard picking flowers
Brothers in the treehouse with a gun
I am watching all but they cant see me
And no one else around know what they’ve done

Old man shopping cart down by the river
Banker drives his Cadillac back home
His highrise overlooks a lifeless city
That which in his eyes does not seem lifeless at all
Twigs and sticks are gathered to build a heart of fire
Twigs and sticks or maybe sticks and stones
Give and take or crush and break the time that you fear after
You realize it was never there at all

Some of them will live and die without ever even knowing
And I have lived and died among them all
Bones will break and dust will make the pathways we walk after
And you will hear my voice after it all
(c) 2010 CJG

Well ive been down and ive been out
And ive been a couple places I don’t like to talk about
Yea im mostly sober but sometimes im not
It don’t bother me what you think
I learned not to care a lot

ive lied to cheaters and ive cheated lovers
but I hold the ones that I love close
my best friends are like my brothers

I want to love you want you to love me too
But I’d have to destroy this distance yea
And that’s a **** hard thing to do

I saw the devil dressed up on tv
Askin me to send him money
like he gave a **** for me

then I saw jesus down on the street
gave a starving man everything he had
and he walked off with bare feet

ive cursed in churches
and ive prayed in bars
seen my share of real bad things
and ive earned a couple scars

ive made some mistakes
you know you have too
but you live and learn
or crash and burn
don’t think it wont happen to you
(c)2009 CJG

I love the way your hair falls down your face
And I love the way you feel in my embrace
If you were mine
I’d make you laugh all the time
Just to hear the sound

Me encanta la Mirada de tus ojos
Me fascina el sabor de tus labios
Ojala que tu quieres ser conmigo
Por que yo me veo contigo

Escucha amor
Eres todo que quiero
Y el mundo mio contigo sera completo
If you were mine
i’d make you laugh all the time
Just to hear the sound
(c) 2007 CJG

Im a 2 upper.
Its just what i do.
You one up and one up
And i two up you.
You think you're all clever,
...That your one ups have class.
I could two up in my sleep
And still kick your ***.

You like 55's
Im a cool 57.
Your one up gets you purgatory
My two up gets me heaven
You could 'one up for days'
...I can two up for years
You'll lose every race
I've got two extra gears.

These two extra gears
May not seem like much.
Youre all just the hop
Im the skip and the jump
Youre riding the short bus of witty satire
...Youre playing pickup sticks
Im playing with fire.

Youre stuck in the mud
Youll never get out
Youre one ups are silly
My two ups have clout
I know youre all jealous
...My two up you desire
But accept your defeat
And from one ups, retire.


Im a new kind of genius
And now that its past.
You can take one of my two ups
And put your one up your *.
its all in good fun
...I mean you no harm
Who'd think someone so clever
Grew up on a farm.

Your one ups drink warm milk
And tip toe off to bed.
My two ups shoot whiskey
And smoke cigs in the shed.
Your one ups wake up crying
...And screaming for mom.
My two ups raise hell till
The nights early dawn.
Your one ups are old news
All wrinkled and grey.
My two ups run like the wind
So stay out of the way
Your one ups might speak german and
Arabic too.
Pero no tienen ritmo
como los que yo hablo do.

(c) 2011 CJG