29 AGAIN

                                                     
                                                        
29 Again
Mitch Mallahan (c)2026

Verse1
Found grandma in her chair
Lost in some deep sleep
So I gently rocked her arm
‘Til her eyes looked up at me

Pre-chorus
Said sorry to wake you
But I's just stoppin’ by
She said, that’s alright darlin’
I was just driftin' back in time

Chorus
I was twenty nine again
Dark hair and perfect skin
Holdin’ my babies in bed
Body didn’t hurt
Grandpa was gettin’ ready for work
And I know I was only dreamin’
But it was as real as it’s ever been
I was twenty nine again

Verse 2
She pointed to the dusty frames
Hanging on the wall
Said, Those are all my children
Back when they were just this tall
And that's our old white Cadillac
We burned that motor up
Runnin’ 'round this ole town
Sometimes I dream I was...

Chorus
Thirty nine again
Going gray and not as thin
Driving them to school, I take it slow
One last hug before I let 'em go
And I know I was only dreamin’
But it was as real as it’s ever been
I was thirty nine again

Bridge
I said you must remember 
Grandpa young and strong
Way back when you first met
She said Oh I sure do
But my favorite dream
Is right before he got sick

Chorus
I was eighty nine again
White hair and wrinkled skin
Holdin’ his hand as we slowly strolled
Down the drive by his marigolds
That was home to me
I could see it so clearly
I smelled lavender when we circled back
And he kissed me by the lilacs
And I know I was only dreamin’
But it was as real as it’s ever been
I was eighty nine again

Outro
And in a blink it’s gone again
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Writer Contact Information

Song: 29 AGAIN
Writer: Mitch Mallahan
Email: mitchtracks@gmail.com
Phone1:6159177706
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CAMO IN THE CROSSHAIRS

                                                     
                                                        
CAMO IN THE CROSSHAIRS
Dennis Deruelle, James DeBorde, Mary Zalla


Birds have started chirpin’
Mornin’ mist is burnin’ off
Critters in the leaves are stirrin’
The woods are wakin’ up
He’s creepin’ in the bushes
Bein’ careful, movin’ slow
He ain't what I’m in a blind for
But we're out here all alone

He don't know I'm aimin’ at him
He don't know he's in my sights
Got my finger on the trigger
And I've got him dead to rights
I could say it was an accident
No one would even care
Devil on my shoulder
Camo in the crosshairs

I don't know when it started
But it got worse through the years
The proof was on his daughter
In the bruises, in her tears
There was talk of pressin’ charges
One day, she disappeared
Nobody knows what happened
‘Cept this piece of shit right here

REPEAT CHORUS

People say two wrongs don't make a right
I'm wonderin’ if this time it might

REPEAT CHORUS
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Writer Contact Information

Song: CAMO IN THE CROSSHAIRS
Writer: James DeBorde
Email: jamesdeborde@yahoo.com
Phone1:2763852128
Phone2 (if available):

HER TOWN

                                                     
                                                        
Her Town

I brought her here to show her where I grew up
Never woulda thought she’d fall in love
So fast so hard at first sight
I could see it in her eyes

She heard the church bells ring from a front porch swing
And we window shopped ‘n bought a few things 
We walked we talked all day long
Thought she left guess I was wrong

Kickin’ myself askin’ why the hell did I ever let her
Go ‘n leave more than a memory all over forever
Like a ghost that haunts every place I go 
Showin’ up to show me what I already know 
Gettin’ over her ain’t as easy as it sounds
Might be my home but now it’s her town yeah it’s her town

We carved our names in a heart on a dogwood tree
Hung our jeans on branch when we swam in the creek
Held hands held on all night long
I was a goner then she got gone

Kickin’ myself askin’ why the hell did I ever let her
Go ‘n leave more than a memory all over forever
Like a ghost that haunts every place I go 
Showin’ up to show me what I already know 
Gettin’ over her ain’t as easy as it sounds
Might be my home but now it’s her town

It’s her back roads where the corn grows
Her dusty fields where the wind blows
Her sunrise where the rooster crows
Her riverbank where the river flows
Her moon light where the moon glows
Her thunder storm where the thunder rolls
Every square mile every square inch 
Is painted with her fingertips

Kickin’ myself askin’ why the hell did I ever let her
Go ‘n leave more than a memory all over forever
Like a ghost that haunts every place I go 
Showin’ up to show me what I already know 
Gettin’ over her ain’t as easy as it sounds
Might be my home but now it’s her town 
It’s her town	

Parisi, Reuter © 2026
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Writer Contact Information

Song: HER TOWN
Writer: David D. Reuter
Email: ddreuter@aol.com
Phone1:5082777626
Phone2 (if available):

HERE 'TIL WE'RE NOT

                                                     
                                                        
Here 'Til We're Not
Mitch Mallahan (c)2026

Verse 1
Pink tassel bicycle, training wheels gone
Daddy’s walking by her side, barely holdin’ on
He brushes back those tiny curls from her face
Gives a little push and sends her on her way

Chorus
Page by page it all goes by
Like a flipbook of our lives
Don’t know the plot
Right now this page is all we got
We’re here ‘til we’re not

Verse 2
Hand me down hatchback, packed all her things
Mama takes a picture and gives her one more squeeze
Daddy walks around it, checkin’ all the tires
Shuts the driver’s door like he’s done a million times

Chorus

Verse 3
Worn leather armchair, afternoon light
Daughter sittin’ by his side, holdin’ his hand tight
She brushes back that silver hair from his face
Lookin’ up at her, he softly asks her name

Chorus
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Writer Contact Information

Song: HERE 'TIL WE'RE NOT
Writer: Mitch Mallahan
Email: mitchtracks@gmail.com
Phone1:6159177706
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HOLDING ON TO HOLDING YOU

                                                     
                                                        
Verse 1
I don't take the long way home these days
Don't slow down when I pass your road
Your number's buried where I left it
And I quit waiting on it to
Everybody says I'm doing fine
Guess from where they're standing, I do
They don't see the miles between moving on…
And missing you
Pre-Chorus
I've let go of almost everything…
Chorus
It ain't your goodbye that's breaking me now
It ain't wishing you still wanted me too
It's the way your hand fit into mine
Like that's what these hands were made to do
Love can end, and time moves on
Hearts learn how to make it through
These hands still speak a language only you knew
I'm just holding on to holding you
Verse 2
I don't catch myself saying your name
Near as much as I used to do
But every now and then this old world
Finds another way to bring me back to you
It's never the big things anymore
It's the little ones that leave me bruised
The empty space beside my hand
Still reaches for you
Pre-Chorus
Maybe that's what healing is…
Lift Chorus
It ain't your goodbye that's breaking me now
It ain't wishing you still wanted me too
It's the way your hand fit into mine
Like that's what these hands were made to do
I'm just holding on to holding you
Bridge
Maybe time can teach these hands
How to hold somebody new
Tonight they only know one language
And every word still sounds like you
Final Chorus
It ain't your goodbye that's breaking me now
It ain't praying somehow you come through
It's these empty hands reaching out
For something they can't hold onto
Tonight these hands still speak a language only you knew
I'm just holding on to holding you
Holding on…
To holding you.
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Writer Contact Information

Song: HOLDING ON TO HOLDING YOU
Writer: Curtis Flint
Email: Yountfavre19@gmail.com
Phone1:2243254311
Phone2 (if available):

I HOPE YOU NEVER UNDERSTAND

                                                     
                                                        
I HOPE YOU NEVER UNDERSTAND
Mary Zalla, James DeBorde



I hope you never get why, if a firework pops off,
Or I hear an engine backfire, walkin’ through a parkin’ lot,
Not losin’ it takes everything I got
I hope you never understand

I hope you never wake up in the middle of the night
Sweatin’ bullets, tremblin’ as you fumble ‘round to find the light
Still hearin’ screams, and tryin’ not to cry
I hope you never understand

I hope you fall in love, get married, buy a house, and call your mom
To complain ‘bout payin’ taxes, politicians and your boss
Spend every weekend drinkin’ beer, tailgatin’ with your friends 
And get to take for granted everything I can't
I hope you never understand

I hope you never catch yourself grabbin’ at your side
For a weapon that ain't there no more, and ain't been for awhile
Puttin’ terror in some careless stranger's eyes
I hope you never understand

I hope you fall in love, get married, buy a house, and call your mom
To complain ‘bout payin’ taxes, politicians and your boss
Spend every weekend drinkin’ beer, tailgatin’ with your friends 
And get to take for granted everything I can't
I hope you never understand

I hope you never break down over and over again
On your knees, shakin’ your fist at Heaven as you’re questionin’
Why you came home, instead of your best friend
I hope you never understand
Yeah, I hope you never have to live with that
I hope you never understand
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Writer Contact Information

Song: I HOPE YOU NEVER UNDERSTAND
Writer: James DeBorde
Email: jamesdeborde@yahoo.com
Phone1:2763852128
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I'LL BE HOME (FEMALE)

                                                     
                                                        
I'll Be Home
Writer: Drew Duquette

V1
Step up to the plate and swing as hard as you can
Steal the next base in line anytime you get the chance
Honey you will never realize your dreams by playing it safe
So go on out, spread you wings, and I'll hold your place

CH
I'll be your shelter, your anchor stone
I'll be the pillow you rest your head on at the end of the road
I'll always be here, your fan, your coach
You be the runner and I'll be home

V2
No it's not in my nature to want the same things you do
I'm content with a simple life where my needs are few
But I understand, I love and accept way you are
So pick up your brave and go hit one out of the park

CH
I'll be your shelter, your anchor stone
I'll be the pillow to rest your head on at the end of the road
I'll always be here, your fan, your coach
You be the runner, and I'll be home

BR
Don't let anyone tell you there's things that you can't do
You can do anything you put your mind to
I want you to know I love you win or lose
So don't be afraid to just hit go, I'll be proud of you

CH
I'll be your shelter, your anchor stone
I'll be the pillow to rest your head on at the end of the road
I'll always be here, your fan, your coach
You be the runner, and I'll be home
You be the runner, and I'll be home
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Writer Contact Information

Song: I'LL BE HOME (FEMALE)
Writer: Drew Duquette
Email: drew@drdrewduquette.com
Phone1:2172494808
Phone2 (if available):

LOVIN' LEAVIN' LONELY

                                                     
                                                        
"LOVIN' LEAVIN' LONELY"
Richard Bradley McKinney (ASCAP), IPI#  724736729
David Madras (SOCAN), IPI#  846570903
Justus Montgomery (BMI), IPI# 886014422 

V
She’s got "Over Me Red"
all over her lips 
And her dress is "Movin' On Black"
He’s giving her 
that leaning in look
She’s movin’ in close and givin it back

And I know what those dimples mean
That shade of crimson in her cheeks
her twirling her hair like that
When she starts to laugh

	CH
	She went from lovin to leavin to lonely
	But she aint looking lonely tonight 
	There’s just somethin bout seein her slowly
	Spinnin with him under last call lights 
	Yeah her hand looks better together with his than it ever did in mine
	Guess she’s lovin leavin lonely behind

V
Used to be me
She was followin on that floor
Followin out that door
Now I got a seat
By the bar all by myself
Watchin her leavin’ with someone else

	CH

	CH
	She went from lovin to leavin to lonely
	But she ain’t leavin lonely tonight 
	There’s just somethin bout seein her slowly
	Fallin for him under last call lights 
	Yeah her hand looks better together with his than it ever did in mine
	Guess she’s lovin leavin lonely behind
	Guess she's lovin leavin lonely behind

Contact:
Brad McKinney
(859)893-8146
mckinneybrad@gmail.com
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Writer Contact Information

Song: LOVIN' LEAVIN' LONELY
Writer: Brad McKinney
Email: mckinneybrad@gmail.com
Phone1:859-893-8146
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MEMORIES INTO MILES V1

                                                     
                                                        
Memories Into Miles
Mitch Mallahan, Mia Iaderosa, Morgan Bernard (c)2026

Verse 1
Slammed that screen door behind me
Tossed the last bag in the truck
And a half smoked pack of reds
Where she used to set her cup
Backin’ out the drive
‘Stead of backin’ out the plan
Cause the truth is I don’t know
How to be a better man, so here I am

Chorus
Flyin’ down an old dirt road doin’ what I do best
Runnin’ from a problem these two hands can’t seem to fix
Toppin’ out them dials ‘til there’s nothin’ left of us
Turnin’ memories into miles
And Goodyears into dust

Verse 2
I could drink that liquor less
Pour a little more into her
Clean up my side of the fence
Kick my pride out to the curb
I could hold her in my arms
Let go of what we said
Be lyin’ next to her
But instead, I’m wearing out the tread

(Chorus)

(Bridge/pre-chorus)
Well I guess I do know
How to be a better man
But damn, here I am

(Chorus and out)
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Writer Contact Information

Song: MEMORIES INTO MILES V1
Writer: Mitch Mallahan
Email: mitchtracks@gmail.com
Phone1:6159177706
Phone2 (if available):

MISS ME YET - V2

                                                     
                                                        
Miss Me Yet
Mitch Mallahan, Walker Church (c)2026

Verse 1
Lakeside cantina, two margaritas
Out on the back veranda, his arm was wrapped around her
He had her laughin’, tuckin’ her hair back
All I could think was man he, don’t know she’s just pretendin’
But I know she’s just pretendin’

Chorus
Well it’s no surprise, them want you back eyes
I’m gettin’ while she’s sippin’ on her drink
From across the room the cold hard truth
Ain’t hard to see, she’s tryin’ to keep from causin’ a scene
Caught in between movin’ on and her worst regret
aw, Still tellin’ herself, she don’t miss me yet

Verse 2
She told her friends that, she’d gone and sent back
Those diamonds that I bought her, see she’s still got ‘em on her
He’s busy talkin’, thinkin’ she’s fallin’
That guilty smile ain’t hidin’, what’s on her mind Yeah

(Chorus)

Bridge
Every time she looks my way
I know we're thinkin' the same thing

(Chorus and out)
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Writer Contact Information

Song: MISS ME YET - V2
Writer: Mitch Mallahan
Email: mitchtracks@gmail.com
Phone1:6159177706
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MY HONY TONK SIDE

                                                     
                                                        
My Honky Tonk Side
Mitch Mallahan, Walker Church, Michelle Lee (c)2026

(Verse 1)
I got a big city education
Go to town in my Sunday best
But I ain’t as domesticated
As this half Windsor would suggest
Cause when the weekend comes
My rowdy can’t get no rest

(Chorus)
I’m a 12th generation, of bad reputation
A son of a son of a gun
A little holy roller, angel on my shoulder
Little devil running in my blood
I get my manners from my Mama
I know wrong from right
Oh, but Lord knows that I can’t hide
I get my wild, wild ways from my Honky Tonk side

(Verse 2)
Yeah blame it on my own relation
I was born in a barroom brawl
Guilty by association
Since before I could even crawl
So when I get loose
You know it ain’t my fault

(Chorus)

(Bridge)
I’m a textbook definition
Of a doggone drinkin’ fool
It’s an old family tradition
That you just won’t learn in school

(Chorus)
(Last line) I get my dive bar DNA from my Honky Tonk side
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Writer Contact Information

Song: MY HONY TONK SIDE
Writer: Mitch Mallahan
Email: mitchtracks@gmail.com
Phone1:6159177706
Phone2 (if available):

ONE WINNING SEASON

                                                     
                                                        
One Winnin’ Season

Local paper said eighty kids graduated this year				
Only a handful will settle for stickin’ ‘round here 
Downtown's been a ghost town since ‘73
When those factories shut down moved them jobs overseas

Now we’re just a boom town that went bust 
And the whole states laughin’ at us ‘cause we got

One water tower one red light 
One Dairy Queen® to go on a Friday night
One High School one cop car
One too many ways to go a little too far
One year this town had somethin’ to believe-in
We might’ve lost a lot but we had one winnin’ season

Nobody thought we’d win a game or even come close 
Playin’ on a field where not even the grass would grow
Couple touchdowns ‘n first downs changed everyone’s minds
N’ those bleachers started fillin’-up on the home team side

Everyone cheered at homecomin’ that year
For once they were proud to be from here where we got 

One water tower one red light
One Dairy Queen® to go on a Friday night
One High School one cop Car
One too many ways to go a little too far
One year this town had somethin’ to believe-in
We might’ve lost a lot but we had one winnin’ season

There was a parade right down Main Street
Marchin’ band played and the crowd went crazy
Didn’t win em all but it felt like we did
And no one will ever forget that we got 

One water tower one red light 
One Dairy Queen® to go on a Friday night
One High School one cop car
One too many ways to go a little too far
One year this town had somethin’ to believe-in
We might’ve lost a lot but we had one winnin’ season
Oooh yeah just one oooh

One Gas Station
One Dollar Store that-might-not-be-a-lot but you don’t need-much more 
You just need one
You just need one
Parisi, Reuter © 2026
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Writer Contact Information

Song: ONE WINNING SEASON
Writer: David D. Reuter
Email: ddreuter@aol.com
Phone1:5082777626
Phone2 (if available):

ROWDY LESSONS

                                                     
                                                        
I was built for taking a beatin

Life sure did make sure of that

From the barroom fights to behind bars nights

Lost a good woman like that

People say I'm no good I got a bad reputation

I reckon all of that was earned

Lately i been kinda getting this feeling

That all my rowdy lessons are learned 

Chorus
A black eye dont hurt like no heartache

A free man can't be on the run

Every bit of time you waste in this life 

Is little time in heaven you burned

Call me a fool for the direction I’ve turned

But these rowdy lessons I’ve learned  


Verse 2
Still got a few scars from leaving drunk from the bar

Flippin a truck aint no fun 

Them carolina troopers dont give a damn

if you were Jesus himself on the run 

But a DUI is better than a dirtnap forever

I aint built to return 

Lately I’ve been kinda getting this feeling

that all my rowdy lessons are learned

Chorus
A black eye dont hurt like no heartache

A free man can't be on the run

Every bit of time you waste in this life 

Is little time in heaven you burned

Call me a fool for the direction I’ve turned

But these rowdy lessons I’ve learned 

Bridge
Lord you know im done trying 

Living this life on the run 

I might be built for taking a beating

That just dont sound like much fun 

So I wont act like a fool tonight  

Cuz of these rowdy lessons I’ve learned

Chorus
A black eye dont hurt like no heartache

A free man can't be on the run

Every bit of time you waste in this life 

Is little time in heaven you burned

Call me a fool for the direction i’ve turned

but these rowdy lessons I’ve learned
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Writer Contact Information

Song: ROWDY LESSONS
Writer: Jacob Holbrook
Email: Holbrook.songwriting@gmail.com
Phone1:3363392944
Phone2 (if available):

SHE MAKES BAD IDEA’S LOOK GOOD

                                                     
                                                        
[VERSE 1]
I don’t usually close this bar
Don’t usually stay past ten
Don’t usually let one pretty smile
Talk me into doing it again
But she walked in, looked my way
Like she already knew what I’d say
I had a hundred reasons to go
She only needed one
Then smiled like she knew she’d won

[PRE-CHORUS]
I felt the pull from across the room
Knew exactly what she’d make me do
I saw the trouble in her eyes
Still walked right into it

[CHORUS]
She makes bad ideas look good
Makes “I shouldn’t” sound like “I should”
Turns one drink into staying
Turns “I’m leaving” into “hell, I could”
I know where this road goes
I just like where it starts
She can make a warning sign
Look like something I’d chase in the dark
Yeah, I know better than I should
She makes bad ideas look good

[VERSE 2]
I told myself I’d take it slow
She said, “Since when has that been you?”
Now tomorrow’s got a problem
That tonight don’t give a damn about
My phone says two, I say too late
She says, “Come on,” I say, “Okay”
I know I’ll have some explaining
When the morning light creeps in
I’d probably do it all again

[PRE-CHORUS]
I know exactly what I’m risking
I can feel my good sense slipping
I know how this night ends
Still don’t wanna stop it

[CHORUS]
She makes bad ideas look good
Makes “I shouldn’t” sound like “I should”
Turns one drink into staying
Turns “I’m leaving” into “hell, I could”
I know where this road goes
I just like where it starts
She can make a warning sign
Look like something I’d chase in the dark
Yeah, I know better than I should
She makes bad ideas look good

[BRIDGE]
Maybe I don’t like the trouble
Maybe I just like who I am in it
A little less careful
A little more honest when I’m with her
I’ve spent too much time
Trying to know how every story ends
She don’t promise me forever
She just makes me wanna see what happens next

[FINAL CHORUS]
She makes bad ideas look good
Makes “I shouldn’t” sound like “I should”
Turns one night into staying
Turns “I’m leaving” into “where you headed?”
I know where this road goes
Still don’t wanna slow down
She can make a warning sign
Look like something I’d chase right now
Yeah, I know better than I should
God knows I probably should
But she makes bad ideas look good

[TAG]
Some things ain’t worth doing twice
She’s the reason I don’t mind
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Writer Contact Information

Song: SHE MAKES BAD IDEA’S LOOK GOOD
Writer: Curtis Flint
Email: Yountfavre19@gmail.com
Phone1:2243254311
Phone2 (if available):

TELL JESUS

                                                     
                                                        
Dear Jesus 
I've been praying all day
I've been hoping you'd wash
All my troubles away

Dear Jesus 
Will you give me a sign
That I'm not alone in my life
You have my undivided attention

Tell Moses
I've been struggling here
Demand that I try
Command what I fear

Tell Joseph
That I may need his coat
The world has turned colder than cold
You have my trust and deepest devotion
But I don't know

Hey Jesus
Can I call your cell
Will you answer me back
I'm this close to hell

Tell Mary
About the courage I lack
Can she make me bolder than bold
Cause I'm so far from smelling the roses

Damn Jesus
Can't you see that I'm fracked
I'm climbing the walls
I'm wrecking the halls
Would you bother to look in on my life
What's wrong with me, God only knows
I think I need divine intervention
But I don't know

Are you here
Do you hear
Are you here
Do you hear
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Writer Contact Information

Song: TELL JESUS
Writer: Laurie Anne Collins
Email: larcollinsmusic@gmail.com
Phone1:3109368798
Phone2 (if available):3237574076

THAT OLD MILL BRIDGE

                                                     
                                                        
Jon Nyberg 
218-639-0103
thatguy2372@yahoo.com

THAT OLD MILL BRIDGE

We knew our way was better 
So we skipped our prom together 
We drove out to that old mill bridge 
We danced out in the open 
To the rythm of the river flowing 
It sure beat a crowded high school gym 

[Chorus]
I still remember the wood creaking 
With every step we took on that old mill bridge 
You took my hand and stepped up on the rail
You jumped back down and asked for a kiss
Yeah the night we fell in love on that old mill bridge 

You left our graduation 
Convinced the world was waitin
But I wasn't ready to leave home
We said goodbye that summer 
I thought I would never recover 
But I had to let you go 

[Chorus]

Now that bridge is layin
On its side decayin
It always takes me back in time 
I still hear you laughin
I still see us dancin
Back when all the world was right 

[Chorus]
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Writer Contact Information

Song: THAT OLD MILL BRIDGE
Writer: Jon Nyberg
Email: thatguy2372@yahoo.com
Phone1:2186390103
Phone2 (if available):

THE ART HE LEFT ON ME

                                                     
                                                        
The Art He Left On Me

Verse 1
He could've taught the Devil how to lie
Then convinced him it was all his idea
He could light up any room with that smile
I don't blame me for loving him like I did

Verse 2
Everything was perfect at the start
Then he punched a hole or two through the wall
A bruise here and there, his voice got louder
Somehow he made it seem my fault
Chorus
He never signed the canvas...
He always thought I'd stay...
He only held the brush...
Until I took it away.
Bruises fade, but some scars you'll never see...
They're the art he left on me.

Verse 3
That Halloween party mask
Covered stitches above my eye
Mama said it looked so pretty...
Until I showed her why
She held me while I cried
Said, "Baby, you can stay."
That's the first night I believed
There might be another way
Bridge
The cops and mama came when I packed up my things
The hardest part was thinking I couldn't leave
Now I look in the mirror, I love what I see
The only person that could save me was me

Final Chorus
He never signed the canvas...
He always thought I'd stay...
He only held the brush...
Until I took it away.
Now I paint with colors brighter every day
Brushstrokes of the life I was meant to lead
Some scars will always live inside...
They're the art he left on me.
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Writer Contact Information

Song: THE ART HE LEFT ON ME
Writer: Neil Harris
Email: realdealmusicllc@yahoo.com
Phone1:9315889204
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THE SECOND PEW

                                                     
                                                        
The Second Pew

Words and Music by Steven J Bentley, Richard J Bentley and Luke Geiger

(Verse 1)

I hadn’t been inside a church
Since they laid my daddy down
Me and God weren’t talkin’ much
Wouldn’t know how right now

Just drove by on Sundays
Starin’ through the glass
Figured faith was somethin’
For better men than my past

(Pre-Chorus)
But that mornin’ I just stopped
Don’t know what pulled me in
Maybe rock bottom
Looks a lot like kneelin’

(Chorus)
I sat in the second pew
Didn’t want front-row grace
Just close enough to hear the truth
Far enough to hide the ache
Preacher talked ’bout prodigals
And the mercy they get shown
Said “Son, you don’t clean up to come home…”
Somewhere between ashamed and new
I met forgiveness
In the second pew

(Verse 2)
Old man Johnson shook my hand
Like he always had
Didn’t ask where I’d been
Didn’t judge me for the past
Choir sang “Just As I Am”
Near tore me in two
Funny how lost can find you
When you ain’t tryin’ to

(Pre-Chorus)
Every word hit hard
Like it knew my name
Turns out freedom
Don’t feel loud — it feels like change

(Chorus)
I sat in the second pew
Didn’t want front-row grace
Just close enough to hear the truth
Far enough to hide the ache
Preacher talked ’bout prodigals
And the mercy they get shown
Said “Son, you don’t clean up to come home…”
Somewhere between ashamed and new
I met forgiveness
In the second pew

(Bridge)
Always thought understanding
Was for better souls than mine
Never dreamed I’d hear my name
On mercy’s side of the line
Turns out Heaven don’t wait
For you to be enough
It just lets a broken man come in
And calls his bluff

(Final Chorus)
Now I’m in the front row singin’
Never thought I’d be that man
Turns out broken hallelujahs
Sound a lot like who I am
Preacher still talks ’bout prodigals
And the mercy they get shown
Says “Son, you didn’t clean up to come home…”
Somewhere between ashamed and new
I met forgiveness
In the second pew
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Song: THE SECOND PEW
Writer: Steven Bentley
Email: steven.j.bentley14@gmail.com
Phone1:+36303077366
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THIN AIR

                                                     
                                                        
VERSE:

Two direct flights
Meant to re-ignite
What we might
have had
Before the distance turned us distant
On mountain time
And it’s an uphill climb
Cuz sometimes
We’re sitting pretty
Then it’s ugly in an instant

PRE-CHORUS:
Don’t know what’ll start running first
You or my tears
Cuz the mountains ain’t the only thing rocky ‘round here

CHORUS:
Remember when
We thought that Denver
Was the answer
To get us through October
Fighting goodbye
Hell of a try
At a Mile High
But we couldn’t get much lower
Avalanches couldn’t shake my fear
If I look away you’ll just disappear
Into thin air

VERSE:

That mountain sky
Opens up so wide
Like a painted smile
That swallows what we won’t say
Maybe the autumn chill
Was enough to kill
The thrill of all the
“Will they, won’t they?”

[PRE-CHORUS] 

[CHORUS]

Bridge:

I blame it on the altitude
You blame it on my attitude
I miss who I was back East
Before it was one step forward
And two steps back
For five thousand two hundred and eighty feet

CHORUS REPRISE:

Fighting goodbye
Hell of a try
At a Mile High
But we couldn’t get much lower
Avalanches couldn’t shake my fear
If I look away you’ll just disappear
Into thin air
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Song: THIN AIR
Writer: Erin Gaetz
Email: evgaetz@gmail.com
Phone1:850-830-6827
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TWO LIGHTS DOWN THE ROAD

                                                     
                                                        
Verse 1
That bar sign flickers like an old friend lies
Says “come on in, you got time”
I’ve paid that bill in “where you been”
Swore up and down it won’t happen again
Further on down that ol’ county road
She waits for me under that porch light glow
Chorus
There’s two lights down the road
Both wondering where I’ll go
One says come on in
The other says come on home
One keeps me out too late
The other keeps me from the dark
Neon knows my name
But the porch light knows my heart
Verse 2
Now there’s a shadow of me still in that lot
Tryin’ to reel me in for one last shot
I could stop for one, maybe play a song
But will she still wait, keep that light on?
I gotta keep on drivin’ cuz I got something to prove 
Toward something soft and yellow and true
(Chorus)
Bridge
That neon glows like Vegas lights
Makin’ wrong look good tonight
But she’s my hymn with her hair down
The way that porch light glows in her eyes
Final Chorus
There's two lights down the road
Now I know where I need to go
One says come on in
The other says come on home
One keeps me out too late
The other keeps me from the dark
Neon knows my name
But the porch light knows my heart
Outro
Neon still knows my name
But the porch light owns my heart
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Song: TWO LIGHTS DOWN THE ROAD
Writer: Derek Vanboxel
Email: vanboxeld@outlook.com
Phone1:9206761221
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WHAT HAPPENS AFTER

                                                     
                                                        
WHAT HAPPENS AFTER
James DeBorde


I'm Christian, but I ain't a good one
I try to live right, but I'm flawed
I’ve got a soft spot for temptation
With you, I can’t fight it at all

I'll buy you whatever you're drinkin'
Slow dance with you, spin you around
My cheek to your cheek as you lean in
Take you home when this place closes down

I know it ain't what I should do
When I’m holdin’ you, that don't matter
Tonight, baby I'm gonna love you
Like I don't care what happens after

You'll already be gone in the mornin’
I'll miss you and feel so alone
Haunted by bedroom eyes and your sweet kiss
‘Til the next time I can't tell you “no”

REPEAT CHORUS

You'll go back to him
I'll go back to hurtin’
It's prob'ly what I deserve

REPEAT CHORUS

Yeah tonight, baby I'm gonna love you
Like I don't care what happens after
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Song: WHAT HAPPENS AFTER
Writer: James DeBorde
Email: jamesdeborde@yahoo.com
Phone1:2763852128
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WHISKEY LIES

                                                     
                                                        
Whiskey Lies
Mitch Mallahan (c)2026

Verse 1
That song you love would start to play
The steel guitar would cut through the haze
One last pour before I’d shut it down
But like the ice in my glass
your name would keep circlin' back around

Pre-chorus
Those midnight talks with Tennessee
Wouldn’t leave no room for honesty

Chorus
Cause Whiskey lies and I’m the fool
Who texts your number from a barstool
And we make the same mistake every time
It spins a story in my head
But we both know where that road ends
And so I’ve had to say my goodbyes
To you and that fifth of Jack
Cause I’d believe we have a chance
But Whiskey Lies

Verse 2
I’m finally seeing someone new
And her eyes are the same shade of blue
But we don’t have that fire when she comes around
Like with you and I before we’d crash and burn down

Pre-Chorus
And every time I want a glass
I have to remind myself that

Chorus
Whiskey lies and I’m the fool
Who texts your number from a barstool
And we make the same mistake every time
It spins a story in my head
But we both know where that road ends
And so I’ve had to say my goodbyes
To you and that fifth of Jack
Cause I’d believe we have a chance
But Whiskey Lies
Ooo whiskey lies

Bridge
Well maybe one more sip
And this time would be different
Oh but who am I tryin’ to kid

Chorus
Cause Whiskey lies and I’m the fool
Who texts your number from a barstool
And we make the same mistake every time
It spins a story in my head
But we both know where that road ends
And so I’ve had to say my goodbyes
To you and that fifth of Jack
Cause I’d believe we have a chance
To you and that fifth of Jack
Cause I’d believe we have a chance
But Whiskey Lies
Ooo whiskey lies
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Song: WHISKEY LIES
Writer: Mitch Mallahan
Email: mitchtracks@gmail.com
Phone1:6159177706
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WHISKEY, IF YOU COULD HEAR ME

                                                     
                                                        
Red wax Maker’s cap on the table
White Owl burnin’ slow
Ashin’ in a Bud Light can
While ‘Chief’ plays on my phone
These walls have heard me
Spill my soul a thousand times
Tryin’ to tell an empty glass
Why I let her say goodbye

Whiskey, if you could hear me
Yeah we’d have one hell of a talk
I’d ask why you made her walk away
Why you were the one that stayed
You’ve been the devil in the bottle all along
Truth is I kept comin’ back to you
Whiskey, if you could hear me
Guess we’ve both got some explainin’ to do

Talk to her picture on my screen
Write a text I’ll never send
Trace that half-heart tattoo on my arm
Wonderin’ if she covers hers
Roll her ring between my fingers
Read the date inside that band
Tell you what I can’t tell her
Like somehow you understand

Whiskey, if you could hear me
Yeah we’d have one hell of a talk
I’d ask why you made her walk away
Why you were the one that stayed
You’ve been the devil in the bottle all along
Truth is I kept comin’ back to you
Whiskey, if you could hear me
Guess we’ve both got some explainin’ to do

Every “I’m sorry”  
Every “I love you”
All the midnight prayers
Now you’re hearin’ what she never will…

Whiskey, if you could hear me
Yeah we’d have one hell of a talk

You’ve been the devil in the bottle all along
Truth is I kept comin’ back to you

Whiskey…if you could hear me
Guess we’ve both got some explainin’ to do

Oooooh…whiskey, if you could hear me
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Song: WHISKEY, IF YOU COULD HEAR ME
Writer: Blake Bard
Email: blakesbard@yahoo.com
Phone1:4175405857
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WINGS ARE TIED

                                                     
                                                        
Wings Are Tied
(Melyssa Corrigan)

[Verse 1]
Never said I was a saint
I’m only human after all
Born with one foot in the sky
It’s been a long, long way to fall

[Pre Chorus]
You’ve always known that I’m a seeker, mmhmm, a seeker of the truth
And, the truth is that my leaving, is long past overdue

[CH]
Y'call my name when you need saving
Slid right down another bottleneck
And I've come running, just like you trained me
For so damn long now, I'm a nervous wreck
[Refrain]
I’m all out, I can’t stay 
Tired of feeling like I’m crazy
Need who I used to be before she died
Boy, I can’t help you fly
If my wings are tied

[Verse 2]
You sure do like me when I’m sweet 
Yeah, when I speak to you real nice
But you’re always going off on me
When you’re the one who ain’t acting right

[CH]
Y'call my name when you need saving
Slid right down another bottleneck
And I've come running, just like you trained me
For so damn long now, I'm a nervous wreck
[Refrain]
I’m all out, I can’t stay
Tired of feeling like I’m crazy
Need who I used to be before she died
Boy, I can’t help you fly
If my wings are tied

[Bridge]
I can’t hold you without sinking, ain't no other way I've found
Tryin' to save you from this drinking, is gonna put me in the ground

[Refrain]
I’m all out, I can’t stay
Tired of feeling like I’m crazy
Need who I used to be before she died
Boy, I can’t help you fly
If my wings are tied
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Song: WINGS ARE TIED
Writer: Melyssa Corrigan
Email: melyssacorrigan@gmail.com
Phone1:8572104709
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