I believe music can inspire, give hope, make you cry, make you think, and a million other things. I want to start posting some music that I really think speak to the times we are in. As you know, I listen to everything so tune in every day, never know what you will get.

For our 27th song, I am doing a shameless, and maybe selfish, plug and doing a song I wrote the lyrics on called This Is Not My Hometown. I found Gregory McKenzie on a songwriting site and he agreed to do the music and sing on it. I made the video last night. I am an amateur video maker but I think it turned out alright.

I am pitching it to some publishing companies and hoping someone will think it is as good as I do. So if anyone out there knows someone who knows someone that maybe knows Toby Keith, Alan Jackson, Creed Fisher, Colt Ford, Eric Church or Trace Adkins or anyone else you can think of that might sound good on this one, feel free to share it.

The more views and likes I can get, maybe that will help.

Let me know what you think.

lyrics:

This Is Not My Hometown

I remember driving daddy’s old pick up truck

Twenty eight miles to pick you up

You would slide over on that old bench seat

‘Til there was nothing left between you and me

I remember that smile on your face

That’s a memory I can’t erase

Our old hangouts are now closed

And I’m here stirring up ghosts

chorus:

I watch them tear that statue down

That stood in the middle of our hometown

I remember when that town was full of love

How we all gave thanks to God above

As I watch them burn my memories down

I think to myself, this is not my hometown

It’s been awhile since I came to visit

I wonder if you’re still living in it

It seems like just yesterday

You knew in your heart that I couldn’t stay

I remember that year we won state

They decorated streets to celebrate

Those same streets now I see on the news

They say there’s a side and you have to choose

Chorus:

I watch them tear that statue down

That stood in the middle of our hometown

I remember when that town was full of love

How we all gave thanks to God above

As I watch them burn my memories down

And I think to myself, this is not my hometown

Bridge:

I can’t believe my own eyes

This has to be some kind of lie

I fall to my knees and start to cry

I just can’t believe my own eyes

As I watch them tear that statue down

And they’re burning all my memories down

I think to myself that’s not my hometown

I think to myself this can’t be my hometown