Track 1: Move

It’s like I run the only bar, in a sober town. None of these stools will ever make a sound, no. Doesn’t matter how hard I try I’ll probably never make a dime. Well I’m just a guy with a guitar and a pick. None of my songs will ever make it big, no. Don’t matter how many songs I write I’ll probably never make a dime. Sometimes I ask myself “What the hell am I doin’?” But if it’s money that you do it for then you’re not making music. I’ve seen old folks dance to an Elvis tune and my family belt Queen in my living room. Seen little kids move on their little feet, as they clap and try to sing along with me. Seen songs about rain make a grown man cry, and bars light up to Sweet Caroline. I don’t do this ‘cause I got something to prove, I just wanna make some people move. I’ll keep running this bar, in this sober town. I pray a few will stop by so I can buy them a round. If doin’ what I do makes you feel fine then you can keep your dime. I don’t care if I play for a million or if it’s a crowd of two. ‘Cause if one guy says that he likes my sound well I think that’s pretty cool. Well I hope old folks dance to this old tune. And my family belts it out in my living room. Hope it makes you stand up and move on your feet. Hope you get the chills from my harmonies. Hope some of my lyrics bring a tear to your eye, and your face lights up from these songs of mine. I don’t do this ‘cause I got something to prove. And if the only one to hear this song is you … well I hope it makes you move ... makes you move. Yeah, I hope it moves you ... yeah I hope it makes you move.