She played barefoot, in the dust on Gandpa’s land

A curly redhead girl, with a mason jar in hand

On a scrawny Noble farm, ‘neath cotton candy skies

She hunted rose rock riches with wide and sparkling eyes

She believed they only bloomed…from Oklahoma’s soul

With petals carved from magic, that only dreamers hold

They called her Rose Rock Red, princess of the sand

A crown of wildflowers, and a rose rock in her hand

She’d give her rock to anyone, just to see them smile

Then dance among the clover…a spirit silly wild

In her make-believe kingdom, she was loved by everyone

She had a rose rock heart, full of magic, and everlasting fun

She threw her garden parties for imaginary friends

And curtsied in the driveway, wildflowers in place of gems

Every rose rock she discovered held a story still untold

A ruby from old Camelot, a treasure of red gold

Norman to Thunderbird, she searched like it was fate

And gave away her treasures, so someone else would feel great

Spinning tales of castles in the Norman countryside

She could make a feast of crumbs, and still smile with pride

And laugh so long and loud, it would echo far away

She made the most of each second…hour, and every day

“No one had more fun,” is what she always said

A generous, loyal dreamer…that’s the life that she led

Going through her things, in a shed with an old, broken lock

Tucked way in the back, I found a tattered, faded box

Inside, her rose rocks, wrapped in paper notes

Imagined dreams she never lived, but only wrote

I took a rose rock…held it tight, let time slip away

I could see her in the sunshine, laughing on that day

They called her Rose Rock Red, a smiling child at play

I opened a note just to see what it would say

“To whoever finds this rock — this rocky rose grants your wish”

I silently wished my mom had finally found a prince to kiss

She made riches from the earth, joy from the dust

And lived her life in wonder, in God she would trust

She was Rose Rock Red, a child sweet and true

She taught us how to smile in everything we do

Her heart was full of love, her head full of grace

She could turn each lonely corner into her magic place

I took her box of rocks, and spread them in my flower bed

They’ll live on beside the flowers, that bloom for Rose Rock Red

I see in every flower…the dreams of Rose Rock Red

They came from the southwest territory plains

Dust-covered boots, fearless hearts, steel in their veins

They rode for more than glory — they rode with grit and pride

They answered the call when Teddy cried…

“Bring me the best, the bold, the ones who will ride!”

McGinty rode to join…all through the night

Capron, Huston and Frantz, all ready to fight

Men of courage, sharp-eyed and steady true

Teddy led em’ into battle like thunder rollin’ through

To the top of the hill, boys

They rode with Roosevelt, Oklahoma tough and free

From Guthrie to the hills of San Juan by the sea

They fought for their country, they fought side by side

Legends carved in battles against the Spanish tide

They charged into glory, with Rough Rider pride

Franz took the colors when the captain fell

Held the flag high and shouted, “To the top of the hill”

Charging into a hail of cannon fire and lead

Winning the hill…two score went down, seven were dead

To the top of the hill, boys

They rode with Roosevelt, through smoke and pain

Names etched in blood, avenging the Maine

They fought with valor to the top of the hill

And defeated the Spanish at Old San Juan Hill

Oklahoma tough, Rough Rider proud…fate fulfilled

They rode with Roosevelt, he called for the best

Cowboys, ranch hands, lawmen of the west

They fought, some fell, but they answered the call

Forging Rough Rider legend, heroes one and all

To The Top of The Hill, boys

To The Top of The Hill, boys

They rode into history

To The Top of The Hill, boys

They rode into history

I don’t have fancy words to say

My heart whispers to you every day

The quiet moonlight through the windowpane

Brings the peace that soothes away my pain

I know you’re a long way away

Doin’ what you need to do for the pay

I pray the moon shines on you too

And brings you home soon…to stay

I’ll Be Here…loving you

Still here…loving you

Through every sunrise and sunset

I’ll Be Here…on that, you can bet

I don’t care how long it takes

For you to get back home

Every tide rolls back where it belongs

When this old world fades from view

I’ll still be here, loving you

I’m still here, loving you

Still here…loving you

Through every storm and freezing rain

Never doubt my love remains

Always here…loving you

Here…loving you

When your strength is gone, your run is done

Come back home, we’ll live as one

I’ll Be Here…loving you

Always here…loving you

The day after the land run…dust still on the breeze

Two brothers pitched a canvas, on a corner near the trees

A tent big as a steamboat, a room for vice and sin

Cards a-flyin’, fists were too — Boomer Sooners pouring in

Faro, Monte, roulette and poker, the whiskey ran like rain

And Guthrie found its beating heart, soaked in luck and flame

No key to close it down, no lock to bar the door

Whiskey flowed, bets were made…trouble by the score

Dusk till dawn, cards were dealt, the fastest gun would take the crown

The Reeves boys ran a house of sin…and hell couldn’t shut it down

They traded canvas for a frame, then laid the bricks by hand

The finest hell this side of Dodge, in a brand-new promised land

They lit cigars with folded bills, gold stacked and silver flowed

Folks came to try their luck…in the Reeves Brothers Casino

On the door, a sign was nailed, a gospel pledge to beware:

We’ll bury you polite, boys — polished boots and brushed-back hair

Red Buck tossed his coins with a grin that smelled like sin

Tulsa Jack was near the bar, with whiskey on his chin

Little Dick was watchin’ close, pistols in each hand

Al and Frank drew their cards, rob a train—tomorrow’s plan

Tilghman, Madsen, Heck rode with holsters loose and wide

Three Guardsmen sworn to chase the storm, until the day they died

They never closed the doors, the social orgy of the town

Ladies of the night, donning sass and frilly gowns

Outlaws, gamblers, pioneers — the legends all came ‘round

To the Reeves Brothers' house of sin…and hell can’t burn it down

Statehood came, they bought the law, with papers in their hand

A deputy knocked on the open doors, backed by a marching band

The hinges laughed, the locks were rust…they came to lock em’ down

They searched the place for a goddamn key, but none was ever found

No key to close it down, no curfew for the damned

They dealt fate on the turn of a card with whiskey in their hands

The legends ride on every breeze that rolls through Guthrie town

The Reeves boys built a house of sin…til’ statehood shut it down

Jimmy, you were the best friend I never met

You sang the soundtrack of my life

You were the son of a son of a sailor

A jungle cowboy, too

Our captain, our pirate, our Gulf coastal poet

In the Hemisphere Dancer, you flew

With the spirit of the great heart

You sailed us on a lovely cruise

You took us off to see the lizard

Showed us the apocalypso flow

Where the cigar smoke does swirl

When that big volcano blows

Biloxi, Ringlin’, and Havana daydreamin’

What the gypsy and the wino knows

Surf the cosmic waves, my friend

Sail the stellar tides

Sing your carnival songs again

Calypso Cosmic Troubadour

I hope you find…

That special harbor’s shores

Jimmy, all the stories you could tell

Boat drinks, bars, and beaches…

You shared with us so well

Latitudes change attitudes

Simple pleasures—life’s true treasures

It depends upon your gypsy surfer view

A pencil-thin mustache is cool again

Cheeseburgers…dream‘sicles

Fruitcakes and gummies kickin’ in

Our barometer soup menu

Salt shakers lost in solar wind

Sail the cosmic stars, my friend

Surf a meteor shower

Strum your six-string guitar, my friend

Enjoy each light-year hour

Tack into the sheltered cove, my friend

In that fin-filled Milky Way

There’s a tiki torch burnin’

High tides, sunsets, oceans lost in time

A steel drum sounds a gentle, sweet goodbye

Boat drinks raised high to you

Toasts in a tin cup chalice

May your one particular harbor dream come true

Fly the Dancer where distant galaxies glow

Hang ten with your wanderin’ toes

Pick up Jerry Jeff, Ralph, and Reggie, too

And throw a big ass party…

At your beach house on the moon

We love you, Jimmy

A toast in a tin cup chalice

May your one particular harbor…dream come true

I saw you at the party, late graduation night

Alone beside the pool, halter top, jeans…so tight

Our paths had rarely crossed, but enchanted by the view

I took a last, first chance, and sat down next to you

I’d seen you off and on, and heard about you too

A quiet, decent guy, whose heart was always true

I told you that my ride had gone… and left me there alone

You smiled and humbly offered…maybe you could drive me home

That old railway bridge across the river

Down Riverside Drive, I heard it had a view

I mentioned I would like to stop, you smiled again

A subtle sexy grin, and said you’d heard about it too

And long into the night, we talked and laughed

Above the flowing river, beneath the flower moon…

The memory of a lifetime…our Riverside Rendezvous

The river swirled below, above…a falling crescent glow

I pulled you close and kissed you, deep and long and slow

You pulled me closer still, sparks behind your smile

Your touches made me shiver, soft and slow and wild

It’s been so long since I have been back home

Driving down along the river, I see the bridge is gone

The view remains…forever in my mind

That night we talked, and laughed, and kissed

Late graduation night, the setting moon and you

We held each other oh so close…our Riverside Rendezvous

I don’t recall the last time I was home

But I remember fateful moments life offers,

Then takes away before you know

Old bridges…burning passions, fade into the past

Hope and dreams, like fading moons

Disappear, when just within our grasp

I turned around…drove back up the river road

Hoping I might see the bridge…maybe see you too

And together we could walk again

On one more Riverside Rendezvous

So long ago, forever lost

Our only Riverside Rendezvous

Quite a view…our Riverside Rendezvous

He rode where the red dust swallowed the day

Travis County born, but Oklahoma made

Bill Pickett, the Dusky Demon, bold and proud

His teeth bulldogged steers

And he won every crowd

His charisma and skill, the whole world would see

Showmanship crowned the Wild West history

From the 101 Ranch to the Old King's Court

With a lasso of thunder and crowd-pleasing force

He showed Rogers and Mix how a real cowboy rides

And showed the wild west that all men have pride

He wasn’t just muscle; he had silver screen shine

His legend rose from rodeo dirt…to the Hollywood screen

He refined the image of the black cowboy

He rose from the shadows and carried his name

All the way to the Cowboy Hall of Fame

A true legend of the West, his story still shines

A true legend of the West, a lost hero of mine

Ride, Dusky Demom, ride—your fire never fades

Through the wind of the plains and rodeo parades

From steer-dust arenas to cinema’s glow

You rode with a purpose the world otta’ know

So, raise your hat to a man who earned it

Bill Pickett, the Dusky Demon…forever in fame

His story rides the wind, his legacy remains

An Oklahoma hero…forever in fame

Ride on Dusky Demon, live forever in fame

Why do they name every hurricane

But tornadoes don’t rate an alias?

They tear through hearts just the same

Fast, destructive, and dangerous

Tornado Love, you smile so sweet

Your talkin’ tastes like wine

My heart fluttered, skipped a beat

I swallowed every line

Daddy always told me.

“Honey, hear me when I say,

You judge a man by what he does

Not by what he claims

‘Cause a man will whisper anything

Just to fan a pretty flame”

You blew in like a twister

False charms and polished lines

But you left my love in splinters

Used my heart and then tossed it aside

Tornado Love, it comes on strong

It spins you all around

It leaves your heart in pieces, girl

Then he moves on, and your spirit spirals down

Before you fall, you have to watch the signs

‘Cause every man shows his true colors

What he does will show you every time

It amazes me how you can look at yourself

And never feel any shame

You should be enshrined in neon lights

In the Broken Heart Hall of Fame

I hope you get everything you want

And all that you deserve

She might be young, she might be fooled

But she’ll figure out…

That you’re a lyin’ limp-ass tool

Mama always warned me

“Jaz, just take your time

Don’t fall for the first man

who throws out a line

Look for a man who walks the walk

Not just talks the talk

A good man, he won’t rush you

He’ll act on what he says

And when you find him darlin’

You can trust your heart again”

Tornado Love—it flashes sparks and fades

So sweet to start, but bitter in the wake

Tornado Love—it spins you blind with promises made

Then disappears like smoke in the rain

Tornado Love—watch out gals

If you let a buzzard in, he’ll strip your spirit clean

Wait for a good man…with integrity

It’s worth the wait, take it from me

Stay away from Tornado Love

And the Broken Heart Hall of Fame

Stay away from Tornado Love

And the Broken Heart Hall of Fame

We lit the coals ‘round half past noon

Had burgers, brats, coolers filled with brews

Uncle Joe showed up with a 12-pack grin

And chugged his first beer when Aunt Brenda walked in

Tawnie Rae slid in the gate, lookin’ mighty fine

The Grandma started yellin’, “Where’s the damn wine?”

It’s our backyard BBQ, Lord bless us all

Beer pong, cornhole, a fun weekend ball

It always starts peaceful, a fun family feast

Til’ Grandma gets tipsy and her sass is greased

(“Hey, keep your eye on Grandma”)

The grill starts a smokin’, the music gets loud

Neighbors wave over the fence, we’re drawin’ a crowd

It’s just another Saturday zoo

At our Backyard BBQ

Tawnie Rae was spillin’ out of that swimsuit so tight

Those twins she calls her “big fun bags”, oh, what a sight

She dropped a hot wing, and bent over low

Uncle Joe dropped his beer, enjoyin’ the show

The cornhole turned into an all-out war

And then I spied Grandma with another tall pour

It’s our weekend backyard BBQ, Lord help us now

Aunt Brenda called Tawnie Rae a tarted-up cow

The grills now on fire and no one gives a (“Shucks”)

The burgers are sizzled, the sausage burnt crisp

Grandma’s spinnin’ some crazy hula twist

(“Hey, look at Grandma”)

Just another wacky and wild family brew

At our backyard BBQ

Hey, there’s a flip-flop floatin’ in the cole slaw bin

And a wet t-shirt contest just now began

I yelled at the kids to get into their beds

Sneaky smart asses are filming TikToks instead

Grandma’s slow dancin’ with the garden rake

And crazy Uncle Joe’s tryin’ to grill a frozen steak

Yeah, it’s our backyard BBQ, chaos deluxe

The dogs ate the burgers, Auntie went home in a huff

Uncle Joe’s on the roof singing “Friends in Low Places”

Grandma’s passed out, thank the Lord for small graces

Tawnie Rae’s twins popped out again in full view…

Now Joe is singin’ “Why Don’t We Get Drunk“ and “Whew’”

If you ain’t got a story, you didn’t stay long

If you can’t remember anything, you’ll wind up in our song

Yeah, we’ll do it all again next week, come one and come all..

Just our normal backyard BBQ…

(“Hey, someone throw a beach towel on Grandma”)

Just our normal family BBQ

You were the real star in the Friday night lights

Leading the cheers, in our high school fights

I stood at the fence, couldn’t care less for the score

You were the only one that I rooted for

I chased the flash, the ego, the fame

The popular boys with the trophies and games

But I learned real quick when the glitter wore thin

That flash and the ego so rarely win

Somehow, Somewhere, Someway, Someday

I saw in your eyes what your words couldn’t say

I held on tight through silence and doubt

Till your quiet heart finally reached out

Our love’s no longer a wish—it’s the life we have made

I finally saw you one day in the cafeteria line

Givin’ half your lunch to a kid left behind

You never looked to see whose attention you drew

But every small act helped me see the real you

Then one day you waved when I passed you by

Not the kind of wave you toss to just any guy

So I asked for a date, a fool’s hope I hoped God would bless

Your smile said maybe, but your eyes said “Yes”

Somehow, Somewhere, Someway, Someday

I saw in your eyes what your words couldn’t say

I held on tight through silence and doubt

Till your quiet heart finally reached out

Our love’s no longer a wish—it’s the life we have made

We built up a life on love’s honest ground

Scraped knees, lots a’ laughter, and worn hand-me-downs

Our house ain’t too fancy, but the foundations deep

And we’ve built family traditions that our family will keep

Now the kids have moved on, they call once in a while

With stories and photos that makes my heart smile

I still hold your hand on our front porch swing

You still kiss my forehead like I’m everything

Somehow, Somewhere, Someway, Someday

Two hearts found a rhythm no storm could sway

We’ve walked through the silence, the fire, the rain

True love held us together, the joys smothered the pain

It’s not just a dream—it’s the life we have made

If I could do it all over, I’d do it longer and slower

With you by my side, that’s all my heart needs to know

Somehow you saw me, Someway…Someday

And Somewhere in eternity, our souls will play

Somehow, Somewhere, Someway, Someday

They came with their hopes in a canvas-tied roll

From far northern timber and panhandle coal

With rifles and bibles and boots laced with dust

They carved out a living through hunger and thirst

The wagons rolled in on the 89’ run

The Sooners and Boomers sought red prairie sand

They fought natives and outlaws, then branded the land

Many died from the plow or with a gun in their hand

Now they ride with the Ghosts of Cimarron

Where the wind hums a hymn when daylight is done

They whisper in cedars, they sing in the stone

The long, lonely ride, just driftin’ alone

The Ghosts of Cimarron

The cowboys ran cattle through hail and flame

They followed the stars, to ruin or fame

The outlaws rode hard into myth and regret

Sawdust on their souls and a trail of lost bets

The lawmen were lean with grit in their veins

Enforcing raw justice through peril and pain

Some buried their dreams in the Red River clay

Some just rode west with nothin’ to say

They marched them in silence through mud, sorrow, and snow

The white treaties were ashes, the U-No-Le would blow

Their songs filled the wind but were drowned by the years

But the ghosts of the land still hears the Trail of Tears

And they ride with the Ghosts of Cimarron

They drift through the dusk, where shadows are long

So many tales lost to the rivers and wind

They haunt every canyon, lost souls whisper within

You can feel them move when the campfire's low

The Ghosts of Cimarron

Most graves don’t have statues, or flowers or fame

Just a legacy spirit for us that remain

There was honor in sweat, and grace in the gun

And dust of the bones neath’ the Cimarron sun

So here’s to the Ghosts of Cimarron

Still driftin’ like smoke through canyon and sage

They still ride beside us, their souls in our songs

The Ghosts of Cimarron

So pour one for them, take a slow sip, and tip your hat

For the Ghosts…of Cimarron

The Ghosts of Cimarron

You used to sit beside me, barefoot on the hood

Talkin’ bout’ forever like I should have understood

I watched the sun light up your hair, but never said a thing

My silence warped in pride, and then lost my everything

Your wedding came and went, my silence you misread

I drank down every toast I should have raised to you instead

That ring upon your hand, I bit my tongue and froze my smile

You needed love, and I just gave you silence all the while

Unspoken Words, they weigh the most

They hang like smoke, they haunt like ghosts

I never set my feelings free

They drifted deep inside of me

A sailing soul, forever lost at sea

And now I drift alone

With those Unspoken Words

You sent a note from Georgia, just to say your life is fine

I stared at it for hours, still wishin’ you were mine

I should have called you on the phone, but I just whispered in the dark

But that don’t mean a damn thing, when you’ve got a broken heart

I carved our initials, behind this old church pew

No one reads it, not even God, but I pray he blesses you

The truth can be a diamond, but it won’t shine unless it’s shown

And love, when left in silence, turns to barren stone

Unspoken Words don’t fade with time

A silent echo, lost in time

I should’ve told you what was true

I let you drift away like smoke from flame

Now, only silence answers when I call your name

And I’m left alone

With those Unspoken Words

Unspoken Words, too late to speak

They crack the strong, they crush the meek

I should have said it when it shined

When hearts were open, our stars aligned

But now the page is closed, the book’s been burned

And all that’s left…

Are those Unspoken Words

The stars don’t listen like they used to do

The wind just carries whispers, that never will come true

If I could go back, I’d say all you deserved to hear

I guess I thought you knew…

Unspoken Words can still be true