“If we all had it all I’d have followed you ‘til dawn, never found that I prefer a little dance, a little dirt,
in a little town with a little grind, some tequila a little lime, little crowd big smiles, revelin’ in past times.
A little love, a little hurt, in a little town with a lot of worth.
Hollered y’alls on hallowed earth. That’s the sound that I prefer…”
“Oh we’ll all have a ball like wildfires in the fall. Bittersweet like apfelweine in a jar of peach moonshine. Oh we’ll all have a ball, dancin’ round like paperdolls, bangin on an old guitar, drinking whiskey in the dark.”
Paperdolls: Coming Fall ‘24