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From the banks of the Brazos to downtown Dallas. I play my guitar until my fingers are calloused. Just to take that drive with my stringbox loaded up. To get people to listen and for myself to open up. If I didn't have music I wouldn't be who I am. My life would be empty and stuck in a jam. Everything would be a fog and would be melancholy. To not have this outlet would be my greatest folly. I thank God for giving me my musical abilities. I have to tear down the wall to show my qualites. I have to take time alone to practice and rehearse. To memorize every chord and memorize every verse. I drive up to Dallas and the streets of downtown. Business as usual and there are suits all around. Not the competition like you see down in Austin. I would be noticed and the folks would get to talkin'. From the banks of the Brazos to downtown Dallas. That's where I will take all of my soulful rhymes. The music has been slow but I am at square one. And I will not stop until the music is done.
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Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 9:53 PM UTC
Banks Of The Brazos
From the banks of the Brazos to downtown Dallas. I play my guitar until my fingers are calloused. Just to take that drive with my stringbox loaded up. To get people to listen and for myself to open up. If I didn't have music I wouldn't be who I am. My life would be empty and stuck in a jam. Everything would be a fog and would be melancholy. To not have this outlet would be my greatest folly. I thank God for giving me my musical abilities. I have to tear down the wall to show my qualites. I have to take time alone to practice and rehearse. To memorize every chord and memorize every verse. I drive up to Dallas and the streets of downtown. Business as usual and there are suits all around. Not the competition like you see down in Austin. I would be noticed and the folks would get to talkin'. From the banks of the Brazos to downtown Dallas. That's where I will take all of my soulful rhymes. The music has been slow but I am at square one. And I will not stop until the music is done.
chris-fortune
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Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 9:53 PM UTC
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