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Gauntlets
Throw one by one
See how they run
When the check doesn't clear
And it's time to pay the bill
Some are gonna ride it out
Some can't and they never will'Cause it's a great big world
Calling you to take a ride
And it's a great big world
Singin' come and see and come inside
Oh yea, a great big world
Reminding you you're not alone
So hold on this great big world
We only get to rent we never get to ownInches fill a yard stick
Our feet slowly walk a mile
Make one move then another
And then you try to live a while
Keep your head and you might make it

But that ain't no guarantee
'Cause it takes debt and obligation
To fly around so freeAnd it's a great big world
Calling you to take a ride
And it's a great big world
Singin' come and see and come inside
Oh yea a great big world
Reminding you you're not alone
So hold on this great big world
We only get to rent we never get to ownWhatcha gonna do first?
And where will you make your mark?
How are you goin' to get there?
And can you find a place to park?
Seasons coming slowly
But still they always kinda old
And it feel like just a seconds
And then suddenly you're doneAnd it's a great big world
Reminding you you're not alone
And it's a great big world
We only get to rent we never get to own
And ya it's a great big world
Calling you to take a ride
And it's a great big world
Singing come and see and come insideOh yea it's a great big world
Reminding you you're not alone
So hold on this great big world
We only get to rent we never got to own

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Where should I start…these stories, my music, it comes from all the places I’ve been, the people I’ve been blessed to play music along side, the way it feels to play my guitar until it bleeds or to bang on that old piano in my living room until my shoulders ache and my fingers won’t move anymore. From Georgia to New York, New York to the road; Charleston and Memphis, Vermont to Chicago. Turned 21, then 22…released my first record with The District…Maine and Boston and who knows where else…made love in the grass and meant it…walked down Wilshire, blinking in the Los Angeles sun… got lost in Delaware scrambling to get home to my family after too much time…swam in the ocean with the boys, thanking God for purple and orange Florida sunrises. Soaked up New Orleans…tried to become Levon Helm; realized I wasn’t much of a drummer……turned 23. Wrote A Drop In The Ocean with Zach Berkman and then put it away for six months because I didn’t get it…fell in love…drank whiskey from the bottle and howled at the moon…released Last Call…played the blues back-to-back with Buz in Charlotte and just about everywhere else along that godforsaken highway…the van broke down…we fixed it…the van broke down again. Got lost heading to South Carolina and ended up in Alabama…fell out of love and hit my head on the way towards the bottom…turned 24…made a Christmas album, because, damn it, I like Christmas albums. Played big rooms…played small rooms …listened to Van Morrison and cried…listened to trains scream somewhere off in the distance on ink-black sleepless nights… I traced the outline of a woman’s face on a piece of paper; someone I loved and didn’t want to forget once we’d put the whole thing to bed. The picture didn’t turn out the way I’d hoped, so I took my ink-stained fingers and spelled her name out in big, smeared letters on my arm. I guess that’s all I’ve ever really had…my words. This music is the story of where I’ve been, who I am, and where I’m going…these songs are my life.

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