I Want to Sing to My Nephew in Afghanistan

I want to sing about my America
I want to sing out loud
I wan't sing about my Country
I'm American proud

I want to sing about the land of liberty
I want to sing about the home of the brave
I want to sing about sweet, sweet freedom
I want to sing about love

I want to sing to my nephew in Afghanistan
I want to make sure he completely understands
That I am proud of him
That I pray for him
That I'll be right here for him

So I pray for my America

I pray out loud 

I pray for my country

I am American proud

So I pray for the land of liberty

I pray for the home of the brave

I pray for sweet, sweet freedom

I pray for love

I pray for my brothers in Afghanistan

I pray they completely understand

That were proud of them

That we pray for them

That will be right here for them

So I sing for my America

I sing out loud

I sing for my country

I'm American proud

Grouch on the Couch

Wrote this shortly after my first daughter was born. My Mom was visiting and snoring on the couch. I was a little grouchy, hadn't slept in days, was about to roust my Mom to bed and I knew it wasn't going to be pretty. Instead I picked up my guitar and wrote this.

Grouch on the Couch

Grouch on the Couch

I look at my Mom

Asleep on the couch

I look at my Mom

I look at myself and what do I see

A grouch on the couch

that's me

I look at my Baby she's wide awake

I look at my Baby

And she's looking at me

She's looking at Me .