It was a beautiful drive, and a beautiful memorial weekend Saturday, May 29, 2010.

I was able to spend some time over the weekend with family, in majestic settings,
and also am grateful to Pat Arp for graciously joining me on stage with his killer leads
that perfectly complimented my songs, especially this one.

Here is the video
for my song Barrels, Blossoms, and Porch Lights.

Below the video I have also posted
the lyrics for those of you who like reading the what what.

BARRELS, BLOSSOMS, & PORCH LIGHTS

Settin wheels doin 60, onto south 84
Got my back to boston, where my mother was born,
Must have hit every town form Holyoke to the Cohasset shore.

Then it’s on to Philly, and another go round,
And the lines keep on coming, but I can’t stop the sound,
Of a six string guitar, and these songs that are running thru my veins.

And some lucky hearts, have learned to settle down,
Mine keeps trying to fly, though I’m tied to the ground,
and the road is like a pirate that waylays your sails on down.

The shipyards they toil, and the skyscrapers rise,
And the years go in circles, ‘neath these travelers eyes,
And my hearts getting harder, but sometimes I cry.

And then I remember the trees on that road,
And barrels, and blossoms, and porch lights, tell me I’m home.
Oh and then I remember that old rocking chair,
And barrels, and blossoms, and porch lights, tell me I’m there

Heading westbound on 90, there’s a fire on the plains,
Dakota sunset, ‘cross the badlands is fading,
Then it’s on to Seattle, Portland, and down to Santa Cruz.

In the desert the wind, thru the Joshua tree blows,
And the Riley bird sings, and the Sullyberries grow,
And off in the Holy land, the Jordan river flows,

And this voice must have sung, every song unreconciled,
And these fingers tried to dance, every fingerstyle,
And the chords strike the heartlands and go on, for miles and miles,
and miles and miles.

The shipyards they toil, and the skyscrapers rise,
And the years go in circles, ‘neath these travelers eyes,
And my hearts getting harder, but sometimes I cry.

And then I remember the trees on that road,
And barrels, and blossoms, and porch lights, tell me I’m home.
And the fog on the beaches, lights on the shore
And barrels and blossoms and porch lights, tell me there’s more.

Barrels, and blossoms, and porch lights;
Barrels, and blossoms, and porch lights;
Barrels, and blossoms, and porch lights;
bring me back home

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