This afternoon I got the urge to jot something down and yesterday I tuned my guitar so I ended up putting them together.  Below is a link to the final product, although it's a bit of a rough draft.  Since I rarely get past the rough draft stages I figured I'd at least put it up in the event that this song lives the same lifecycle as most of them... to die at rough draft stage.

The  deal is this is kind of a song about how Mom raised us and how, in some ways I aspire but fail.  Anyway, Here's the link to the song (mp3 format, poorly recorded, played, sang, and written, but meh...) and click the "read more" link (below) if you want to see the lyrics, or some facsimilie thereof.  ;)

Learn to crawl then to walk

start to babble then to talk

begin to think then to know

learn to reap, then to sow

Momma taught me this

not with her fist

Momma taught me that

and THAT's where it's at.

don't let them hold you down

don't let them hold you down

let it out let it out

sometimes whisper never shout

let it out let it out let it out

Roll with the punches

duck when you can

keep a sharp eye out

grow up a man.

Now momma she didn't raise no fools

common courtesy and golden rules

but these are words she never said

isn't it kinda funny what we learn?

let it out let it out

love doesn't depreciate

let it out let it out

don't forget to appreciate

let it out let it out

I never got my degree

I never did a lot of things

But I learned how to see

and never harm anything

Life is a gambler's paradise

plant the seed and watch it grow

Save it if you'll need it

reap it if you seed it

I Learned to crawl then to walk

started to babble then to talk

began to think then to know

learned to reap, now I sow

I let it out I let it out

sometimes whisper sometimes shout

let it out