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My Darling

In times like these
a man gets lonely.
his thoughts roam home
and to his family.
So yesterday I wrote one last note
to my dear sweet darling.

I told her of my love for Tenessee
and how her sweet love means everything to me,
she’s the most beautiful thing I ever did see,
and when I get home I’ll surely be
a man who makes her love worthy.

Now it’s sure a beautiful day
but there’s blood in the sun.
The Union’s got us cornered
and we’re on the run.
I see my name in the clouds
and just know that I’m done.

Lord when times were tough
I was always there for you.
When others failed
I pulled right through
and now I’m asking
this simple thing of you, dear Lord.

If you could please find it in your heart,
Then I’d offer this life and gladly part,
If you could just see that the last of what I am
is not seen by her in some cold telegram.

Can you tell her of my love for Tennessee?
And how her sweet love means everything to me?
That’s she’s the prettiest thing I ever did see?
And if I’d a got home I’d have surely been
a man who always made her love worthy?

Lord, please don’t let me down.
I’ll give you this life on this sacred ground,
If you’d just let my sweet darlin know
that she’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever known…
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© 2014 John Allen Richter


Welcome to the Family, Son

Listen along if you like…

I’m gonna need you to sit, boy, and hear me out.
I ain’t gonna scream and I aint gonna shout.
I’m gonna tell you a story about my baby girl,

She used to sit in my lap
and make me laugh,
she’d give me a squeeze
when e’er I tipped my hat.
I remember that day
she first called me dad,

And on her sweet 16
she leaned over me,
whispered in my ear,
“Hey Daddy,
I’ll love you til the day that I die.”

That was so long ago,
seemed like yesterday.
When I held her in my arms
and oh – we’d play.
Never thought she’d ever make me cry.

She tells me you’re a good man,
and that you love the Lord,
love your country
and drive a flatbed Ford.
So now I need you to look me in my eye.

You don’t need to speak
if you understand.
just shake your head
like a full grown man.
Then we gonna give this here a little try.

If you ever raise a hand to my baby girl,
you’ll never see a rush of evil in this world
fall upon your ass just as quick as I can.
If you’ve never seen a grisly then eyes wide open,
don’t take chances and never be hoping.
Because you will surely be a dead man.

You’re family now,
and you got my blessin,
I’m gonna love you son
and I ain’t messin…
But always remember this night under this sky

Wish you the best of luck,
’cause now you’re my son,
so take my daughter and
go have fun….
and always know that I’ll keep an open eye…..

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© 2014 John Allen Richter


Bronco Buster

Thanks for visiting…  I hope you enjoy this little song I wrote…  If you’re brave you can listen along to my voice singing it by clicking the button below…

I jumped in my truck
and I drove all night,
lookin for nothing
while nothin seemed right.
figured I’d drive
’til I see the light,
then somthin went
“it just ain’t right…..”

girl you sure complicate me
more than the boys
or the fish in the sea.
You’re the little doe I had in my sights
Why you got to complicate my nights….

Used to roll down with the boys
crackin beers and dodgin chores.
You came along – put away my toys
now it ain’t nothin but trouble for sure.

So you think you can tame this wild assed bear,
this butt bustin bronco jumpin up in the air.
girl I’m just saying you best beware
cause there’s an awful lot of philies out there.

I jumped in my truck
and I drove all night,
lookin for nothing
while nothin seemed right.
figured I’d drive
’til I see the light,
and then somthin went
“it just ain’t right…..”

Now the light never came
so you better know
you’re a sweet little mama
and that’s for sho
But if you don’t let go of that lasso
girl your gonna have to go-go-go…

So you think you can tame this wild assed bear,
this butt bustin bronco jumpin up in the air.
girl I’m just saying you best beware
cause there’s an awful lot of philies out there.

Used to roll down with the boys
crackin beers and dodgin chores.
You came along and put away my toys
now it ain’t nothin but trouble for sure.

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© 2014 John Allen Richter