Falling asleep last night these words popped into my head:
I’ve lost Faith
Can’t find Hope
But I’ve still got Jane
If that doesn’t sound like lyrics to a country song, I don’t know what does.
I have a cousin, Effron White, who makes his living as a singer/song writer in Nashville. He’s quite talented. Maybe he’ll use my lyrics in a future song. Hey Effron, let’s negotiate!
Peace, People.
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