Dear Beverly

Just stopped by to say hello.

          You remembered me.

Always.

Ha Ha, pretty funny, 

your boys and my boys

are both in last place.

Three games in … one and two.

Have a tune for you today …

pretty much says it all.

You were never alone,

but you felt that way.

“I know hindsight's 20/20, but I still don't understand ...”

You called to say goodbye,

but I didn’t know it was goodbye.

“How do you get that lonely, how do you hurt that bad
To make you make the call, that havin' no life at all
Is better than the life that you had
How do you feel so empty, you want to let it all go
How do you get that lonely... and nobody knows”

I didn’t know it was goodbye,

it haunts me to this day.

When will the pain stop?

When will the hurt go away?

Link:   Blaine Larsen: How Do You Get That Lonely

It was just another story printed on the second page
Underneath the Tiger's football score
It said he was only eighteen, a boy about my age
They found him face down on his bedroom floor

There'll be services on Friday at the Lawrence Funeral Home
Then out on Mooresville highway, they'll lay him 'neath a stone...

How do you get that lonely, how do you hurt that bad
To make you make the call, that havin' no life at all
Is better than the life that you had
How do you feel so empty, you want to let it all go
How do you get that lonely... and nobody knows

Did his girlfriend break up with him, did he buy or steal that gun?
Did he lose a fight with drugs or alcohol?
Did his Mom and Daddy forget to say I love you son?
Did no one see the writing on the wall?

I'm not blamin' anybody, we all do the best we can
I know hindsight's 20/20, but I still don't understand...

How do you get that lonely, how do you hurt that bad
To make you make the call, that havin' no life at all
Is better than the life that you had
How do you feel so empty, you want to let it all go
How do you get that lonely... and nobody knows

It was just another story printed on the second page
Underneath the Tiger's football score...

Dear Beverly

Just stopped by to say hello.

           You remembered me.

Always.

June gloom in April.

Cat asleep in my lap.

No need to rush outside just yet.

Those nasty Giants beat

your boys 5-3 last night.

Sorry, we won’t talk about mine.

Pitching staff has given up

19 runs in just two games.

Have a tune for you today … enjoy.

Link:  Toby Keith: Hope on the Rocks

Brady was a baseball star
Til he struck out and took his car and drove away
Sissy lost her little boy
Hitch-hiked up to Illinois, so they say

Then it rained so hard that Mary tried
To take her life with suicide
And disappear just like the thunder
You ask around and no-one knows
Where they went or what they do
But you wonder, I know you wonder

Where do they go?
They come here
To drown in their sorrow and cry in their beer
They’re in need of a mindbender
I’m a bartender
At the end of the day
I’m all they’ve got
Hope on the rocks

Charlie’s wife filed for divorce
And Charlie bought a quarter horse and now he's ridin' fences,
Upside down and couldn’t pay
They hauled Sue's mobile home away
And we ain’t seen her since
Larry’s long time fiancé
Got kicked out of the P.T.A.
And moved her kids back east with someone else
All and the ones you used to know
Don’t drop in or say hello
But you ask yourself
I know you ask yourself

Where do they go?
They come here
To drown in their sorrow and cry in their beer
They’re in need of a mindbender
I’m a bartender
At the end of the day
I’m all they’ve got
Hope on the rocks

Where do they go?
They come here
To drown in their sorrow and cry in their beer
They’re in need of a mindbender
I’m a bartender
At the end of the day
I’m all they’ve got
Hope on the rocks

Dear Beverly

Just stopped in to say hello.

           You remembered me.

Always.

A melancholy morning.

Don't know why.

Today is much like any other day.

Still, a melancholy morning. 

Those nasty Giants ruined 

your perfect season last night.

Like you would say, "oh wells."

Have a tune for you today.

It seems to fit the mood.

A melancholy mood; a melancholy morning.

Not really a good way to start the day.

but there you have it.

"why can't you be here

Sometimes I cry sometimes I cry"

So true ... enjoy.

Link:   Buddy Miller: Sometimes I Cry

Moments when I could swear

It's like you were just here

Somebody wake me up when we get there

So you'll be here why can't you be here

Sometimes I cry sometimes I cry

I stop holding up and my heart gets stuck

And that might take awhile

Sometimes I cry sometimes I cry

Sometimes I just break down and my tears come round

Like water from the sky

Sometimes I cry

No one knows what might happen

Takes away so much that matters

Images showing up start me thinking

And remembering I'm remembering

Sometimes I cry sometimes I cry

I stop holding up and my heart gets stuck

And that might take awhile

Sometimes I cry talk to you and sigh

Sometimes you still make me laugh

And that helps to pass

All the carrying on

Sometimes I cry

Can't make the puzzle fit like before

We'll have to discuss that a lot more

Sometimes I cry sometimes I cry

I stop holding up and my heart gets stuck

And that might take awhile

Sometimes I cry sometimes I cry

Sometimes I just break down and my tears come round

Like water from the sky

Sometimes I cry

Sometimes I cry

Sometimes I cry

Dear Beverly

Just stopped by to say that you are in my heart and on my mind this day.

            Mi Amor, you remembered me.

Always.

The sun was out.
Nice view; quiet.

Nice chat, even if the conversation
was just a little one sided.

You had to know
that you were loved.

Not just by me,
but by others as well.

You didn't have to say goodbye,
there must have been another way.

Your boys beat those nasty
Giants 4 - 0 to begin their season.

You would have been so happy.

Have a tune for you today ...

"I just really miss you, I just really miss you"

Enjoy.

Link: Miranda Lambert: I just Really Miss You

There's a dark cloud hanging over my heart
I can't see where it ends, or where it starts.
I should get over you, but baby, it's so hard,
with this dark cloud hanging over my heart.

There's a sad song ringing in my head.
Baby, it's been here ever since you left.
I should be moving along how far would I get
with this sad song ringing in my head.

I just really miss you, I just really miss you,
There's a life I can't ask you to leave.
I just really miss you, right now I kinda want to.
The closest that you'll ever be to me
is free.

There's a hard wind blowing through this town.
And nothing left to hold is pushing me down.
It blows over you and me without a sound.
There's a hard wind blowing through this town.

I just really miss you, I just really miss you,
There's a life I can't ask you to leave.
I just really miss you, right now I kinda need to.
The closest that you'll ever be to me
is free.

Now it's one more night at the upside down,
it's ten steps in, and hundred miles back out.

I just really miss you, I just really miss you,
There's a life I can't ask you to leave.
I just really miss you, right now I kinda need to.
The closest that you'll ever be to me
is free.

There's a dark cloud hanging over my heart.....

Dear Beverly

Just stopped by to say hello.

            You remembered me.

Always.

Your Dodgers begin their season today.

Long day ... road trip.

Have a tune for you ... enjoy.

Link:  John Fogerty: Centerfield

Well, a-beat the drum and hold the phone
The sun came out today
We're born again, there's new grass on the field
A-roundin' third and headed for home
It's a brown-eyed handsome man
Anyone can understand the way I feel

Oh, put me in coach, I'm ready to play today
Put me in coach, I'm ready to play today
Look at me, I can be centerfield

Well, I spent some time in the Mudville Nine
Watching it from the bench
You know I took some lumps, when the mighty Case struck out
So say hey, Willie, tell the Cobb
And Joe DiMaggio
Don't say it ain't so, you know the time is now

Oh, put me in coach, I'm ready to play today
Put me in coach, I'm ready to play today
Look at me, I can be centerfield

Yeah, I got it, I got it

Got a beat-up glove, a home-made bat
And a brand new pair of shoes
You know I think it's time to give this game a ride
Just to hit the ball, and touch 'em all
A moment in the sun
It's a-gone and you can tell that one good-bye

Oh, put me in coach, I'm ready to play today
Put me in coach, I'm ready to play today
Look at me (yeah), I can be centerfield

Oh, put me in coach, I'm ready to play today
Put me in coach, I'm ready to play today
Look at me, gotta be, centerfield
Yeah

Dear Beverly

Just stopped by to say that you are in my heart this Easter morning.

           You remembered me.

Always.

Long day ... lots to do.
Baseball season begins tomorrow,
everyone is in first place with high hopes.

Sort of like life ... we begin with high hopes.

Have a tune for you today

"I’ve cussed, I’ve prayed, I’ve said goodbye
Shook my fist and asked God why
These days when I’m missing you this much" ... enjoy.

Link:  Lee Brice: I Drive Your Truck

Eighty-Nine Cents in the ash tray
Half empty bottle of Gatorade rolling in the floorboard
That dirty Braves cap on the dash
Dog tags hangin’ from the rear view
Old Skoal can, and cowboy boots and a Go Army Shirt folded in the back
This thing burns gas like crazy, but that’s alright
People got their ways of coping
Oh, and I’ve got mine

I drive your truck
I roll every window down
And I burn up
Every back road in this town
I find a field, I tear it up
Til all the pain’s a cloud of dust
Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck

I leave that radio playing
That same ole country station where ya left it
Yeah, man I crank it up
And you’d probably punch my arm right now
If you saw this tear rollin’ down on my face
Hey, man I’m tryin’ to be tough
And momma asked me this morning
If I’d been by your grave
But that flag and stone ain’t where I feel you anyway

I drive your truck
I roll every window down
And I burn up
Every back road in this town
I find a field, I tear it up
Til all the pain’s a cloud of dust
Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck

I’ve cussed, I’ve prayed, I’ve said goodbye
Shook my fist and asked God why
These days when I’m missing you this much

I drive your truck
I roll every window down
And I burn up
Every back road in this town
I find a field, I tear it up
Til all the pain’s a cloud of dust
Yeah, sometimes, brother sometimes

I drive your truck
I drive your truck
I hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mind
I drive your truck

Dear Beverly

Just stopped in to say hello.

       You remembered me.

Always.

Freeway series.

Season draws near.

Your boys won last night.

New scoreboard at Dodger Stadium.

I hope you are still keeping score.

Have a tune for you today … enjoy.

Link:   Brantley Gilbert: More Than Miles

Maybe I should take that picture off the dashboard

Before her memory hits the brakes and takes the wheel

Yeah I bet she's still crying on that front porch

Yeah, this time it's gonna take some time to heal

Cause I'm on my way to Tennessee

Singing "Georgia On My Mind"

Chasing what they say's a dream

Thinking maybe it ain't mine

Cause that girl's in every song I sing

She's in every song I write

And that six string ridin' in her seat

Won't keep me warm tonight

God what am I supposed to do?

There's more than miles in my rearview

Well, I'm headed north to what I swore I wanted

And trying not to buy into my doubts

But I just can't seem to keep myself from wondering

Why I'm jealous of all them headlights headed south

Cause I'm on my way to Tennessee

Singing "Georgia On My Mind"

Chasing what they says a dream

Thinking maybe it ain't mine

Cause that girl's in every song I sing

She's in every song I write

And that six string ridin' in her seat

Won't keep me warm tonight

God what am I supposed to do?

There's still more than miles in my rearview

Yeah, more than miles

Yeah, I've been changing lanes without my mirrors

Cause every time I look behind me I see her

I think I just realized how much I need her (damn)

So I'm turning back for Georgia

Stopping short of Tennessee

I can't put my dreams before her

Man, I need her with me

Cause that girl's in every song I sing

She's in every song I write

And that six string ridin' in her seat

Can sleep in the back tonight

Now I know what I'm supposed to do, yeah

There's still more than miles in my rear view

More than miles, yeah

More than miles