GODS ANGEL WHO BECAME MY FRIEND
© 2016 Written by: America's Simple Man, Doc Dalton

Sometimes in life people are sent our way
For reasons to which we cannot say
To give a gentle touch or simple smile
To make life better for just a while

Like a part time Angel who becomes your friend
With a Heart so big It has no end
It's Gods little way to make you see
That there's a brighter tomorrow, if you only believe

A friend who listens with an open mind
God's special angel who gives you their time
One who never judges you for your ways
And will laugh at your jokes and hurt's for your pain

So when that time comes and our days are through
When we no longer will see each other again
Just know, each night I will always say a Prayer for you
For your Gods Angel, who became my friend

And when those days seem so very low
I'll remember that Angel God had sent my way
The one whose gentle touch and simple smile
Who made life better, for a while

The one who never judged and made some time
To make those days seem so worth wild
Who hurt for my pain and laughed at my jokes
Who prayed to God to give me hope

So know that God sends Angels in many ways
To help us through our toughest days
Angels that show up for just a while
An Angel who becomes a friend and makes you smile

So when that time comes and our days are through
When we no longer will see each other again
Just know, each night, I will always say a Prayer for you
Because your Gods Angel who became my friend

 THAT'S THE BEAUTY OF IT ALL
(c) July 2014 - Written by: America's Simple Man, Doc Dalton

Did you ever take the time to see
All the things that life can truly be
Like the colors of the leaves during the fall
That's the beauty of it all

Like stars that shine throughout the night
Like diamonds in the sky sparkling so bright
To watch a shooting star as it falls
That's the beauty of it all

Like standing on the edge of a cliff
And witness for miles, Gods beautiful gifts
Standing so high and feeling so tall
That's the beauty of it all

Taking a walk along the oceans shore
Listening to the waves crashing with such a mighty roar
It's a feeling like none you've ever had before
That's the beauty of it all

Taking time out during your busy day
To share your love with  family in so many ways
And make it known, that you love them all
That's the beauty of it all

Taking a moment to just say a Prayer
Thanking the Lord because you know that he cares
For keeping you safe and not letting you fall
That's the beauty of it all

So now is the time to sit and wonder
To understand what life has to offer
And if you really learned from it at all
Then my friend you have truly found that,

THAT'S THE BEAUTY OF IT ALL
A SHOT OF CUERVO AND SOME JESUS TO GO
(c) 2017 Written by: America's Simple Man, Doc Dalton

Blood Shot eye's, and a broken soul
A life time of pain, that's has taken its toll
Storm clouds are rolling in, from tears and fears of days gone by
Will there ever come a time, when my darkest clouds will become my bluest sky's

On a journey, that hasn't any end
On this road, with countless turns and painful bends
I sit here on this bar stool, that's now's become my new best friend
I think I'll stay right here, till this moment becomes my end

I've prayed like hell, to the heavens up above
To ask for his mercy and even more, for his love
I'm tattered and worn, don't know how much farther this old soul can go
Hey bartender, a shot of Cuervo, and some Jesus to go.

Wipe my eyes while stumbling and trying to get some control
Brush off this harden dirt, that has now covered this old soul
Become a man, that I can be proud of, once again
And walk right here with Jesus, till this journey has its end.

I know he's with me, he would never leave myside
He loves me so, for me he even died
In the end, I am sure all will be OK
Just need to trust him, for he will guide my way

I've prayed like hell, to the heavens up above
To ask for his mercy and even more, for his love
I'm tattered and worn, don't know how much farther this old soul can go
Hey bartender, a shot of Cuervo, and some Jesus to go.

Hey bartender, one more shot of Cuervo, and some Jesus to go

WHISKEY AND A PRAYER
© November 2016 Written by: America's Simple Man, Doc Dalton

Whiskey and wine are like moments in time
That ruffles your memory to days gone by
Drags you back to places where you don't want to be
Shows you the truth that sometimes is tough to see

Hoping for hope while searching for faith
It's a journey that lead many, to a giant heartbreak
Broken and torn from a life of disconnect
Trying so hard to hold your spirit, trying so hard to forget

It's back to walking on that old red dirt clay
Where I stumble throughout my nights, and stayed confused through-out my day's
Swaying back and forth, looking for a friend, crying out to somewhere
But it's always the same, so dam lonely with not a soul who cares

My days are so crazy, my mind is so dammed confused
I am worn out, battered, bruised and even a bit amused
It's been so bad that my spirit in anger gave my soul a dare
And I excepted, only after some Whiskey and a Prayer

The cupboards of my soul are bare and my spirit is scared
Where dirt roads lead to nowhere and once there, folks, hell they don't care
My dreams take me to places where only dark lies are told
 A journey so long, patience so short and a place where my body's cold to the bone

Back in the da,y I'd never back down from nothing as that stories told
But now, my mind is a place of madness where even my spirit shoves my soul
With a life time of days behind me and a mind that's impaired
Shattered dreams of confusion, ones that I can't share.

My days are so crazy, my mind is so dammed confused
I am worn out, battered, bruised and even a bit amused
It's been so bad that my spirit in anger gave my soul a dare
And I excepted, only after some Whiskey and a Prayer

BIBLE AND A BEER
© November 2016 Written by: America's Simple Man, Doc Dalton

Been dragged through the mud, blamed by many, friends are few
All alone with just the voices in my head telling me I will never make it through
Tried so hard to walk a path of forgiveness while never forgiving myself
But who am I to judge even if all I am doing is judging oneself

I'm hanging on for dear life, these eye's seen better day's
Tired of strangers patting me on the back telling me all will be OK
Being a fool in my own world of foolishness for everyone to see
Crushed by a spirit that has given up and is no longer free

Shaking like a scattered storm while scared like a little child
Confused for what seems like a life time, while my thoughts have gone wild
Between moments of Hell and a life time of built up fears
I'm Praying like a mad man, with a Bible and a Beer

Driving to Memphis to a little church that stands high on a hill
Praying for forgiveness for sins I have committed, and a life that was never fulfilled
I am worn out and tired, crying for one last chance to stand tall
Please dear Lord, walk by myside and hold me tightly and God, don't let me fall

If I make it through today maybe tomorrow will be a brand new start in a brand new place
A new beginning that I have searched for so many times
It's a story of countless different times, in countless different places
I have been my own worst enemy, a victim of my self-inflicted crimes

Shaking like a scattered storm while scared like a little child
Confused for what seems like a life time, while my thoughts have gone wild
Between moments of Hell and a life time of built up fears
I'm Praying like a mad man, with a Bible and a Beer

TELL ME SOMETHING ABOUT HEAVEN
© August 2016  Written by: America's Simple Man, Doc Dalton

Can you tell me about Heaven?
Is it true the sun shines all day long?
Tell me something about Heaven
That it's gentle breeze sings the prettiest of songs

Can you tell me about Heaven?
Is it true that the colors are brighter than we ever could believe?
Tell me something about heaven
I heard your spirit could rest in peace and this is guaranteed

Is it true that we will see old family and friends
And rejoice at the re-unions that comes our way
What a time it will be to see mom and dad once again
To know that this is just the beginning and there isn't any end

Can you tell me about Heaven?
Will the my pain leave and set my spirit free?
Can you tell me about Heaven
Is the sky the bluest our eyes have ever seen?

I heard that the tree tops sway as one all day long?
And the path of a butterfly is one that we have never seen
We'll feel God's presence because his love is like none we have ever known
I'll be happy when the time has come, for me to go back home

Is it true that love will surround us all day long?
And there will be know more fighting and all be friends
Is it true that in all of us, we will finally become all in one?
And that peace, love and understanding will be shared under Heavens sun.

Can you tell me about Heaven?
Will I meet Jesus and feel his love for ever more?
Can you tell me about Heaven
I Pray he will great me, with his arms open wide, at Heavens door

Can you tell me about Heaven?

ANGELS IN THE HOOD
© July 2016  Written by: America's Simple Man, Doc Dalton

Traffic moving swiftly and people are unaware
Souls and filth Scattered on the ground without a single care
While the innocent are scared to walk down a city street
Fear keeps most in a nervous world of constant self defeat

It's time to take back what once was rightfully ours
From a new set of protectors, once thugs behind bars
30 years prior they roamed the streets they thought were all their's
To a new life of crime to protect those now in such deep despair

To turn their wrongs in to rights
To make Safe streets of the night
So people can live the way they all deserve
Instead of hiding behind doors to a life that's a blur

These gangsters of old will walk the streets once again
Letting thugs of today feel the difference between the boys and the men.
Make no mistake because these former devils should not be misunderstood
Cause there now soldiers of God, who've become Angels in the Hood

The slime work off the young to supply their daily trade
Young girls sell their bodies walking their nightly parade
Druggies are in alleys, dying a death each and every day
Supplied by the workers from the so called, café of foul play

If a change is to happen it needs to be now
Before it's too late and more lost souls make no sounds
To make life safe once again and to give people some hope
So they won't lose to the hookers, thugs, and let's not forget the dope

It's different this time it's a chapter of new
To get back the streets and the lives it once new
To hear the sounds of children laughing and playing once again
To smile and shake the hand of a neighbor, who might become your friend.

These gangsters of old walk the streets once again
Letting thugs of today feel the difference between the boys and the men
Make no mistake, these former devils should not be misunderstood
Cause there now soldiers of God, who've become Angels in the Hood
THIS MIGHT BE A REAL GOOD TIME TO SIT
RIGHT DOWN AND PRAY
©  May 2016 Written by: America's Simple Man, Doc Dalton                                                                                         

Friends have come and gone and the laughter has turned to tears
Day's pass by so quickly, those same days have now turned in to years
What was once those so called happy times, have now become those good old days
My Memories have all been shattered, replaced by fear that even they might fade away

I cry because I'm lonely and I'm lonely because I cry
With rivers of tears that always flows, but never seem to dry
I look for the courage to make it through just one more day
But will I make it to tomorrow, because I still haven't made it through today

Afraid that it might end this way, because that would be such a shame
Days, will they ever turn brighter or always be filled with storm clouds and heavy rains?
I tried so dam hard to make it right and tried in so many ways
I've asked for your help and forgiveness, each night with the words that I say

To Pray, that he will hear my plea and bring me peace within my heart
To Pray, that yesterday will forever be gone and tomorrow will be a brand-new start
To Pray, and ask that his love guides me, each step along the way
To Pray, and understand that this might be a real good time, to sit right down and Pray.

I have cried out loud to the heavens, for all the hell that I've gone through
I have talked to you like no other, at times feeling like such a fool
But I am still right here talking to you Lord, and have so much more to say
I will stand my ground with love in my heart, and never turn away

No one ever said it would be easy or that the sun would shine everyday
But he promised his unconditional Love and to be by my side every step of the way
Life at times may be uncertain and hell, life may go astray
But for me the best thing I can do, is Sit Right Down and Pray

To Pray, that my journey will soon bring peace to my heart once again
To Pray, that I will understand that my life starts today and that his love has no end
To Pray, that when it's my time to go back home, he will greet me with open arms and say
Welcome home my son, I think this might be a real good time for us to sit right down and Pray

THIS OLD PLACE
(c)  March 2017   Written by: America's Simple Man, Doc Dalton

From the moonlight on the fire, to the stars shining bright
To the whisper of the wind, that surround me through my nights
To the comfort, I feel, even when my mind is at wits end
I'm at peace here, a place my heart will always recommend

Like the bottle that never seems to dry
Like my tears that seem to always run wild
It's a heart ache that No heart needs to feel
In pieces wishing it would always heal

It's a story, one that I must tell
It's my life, once was heaven, now it's my hell
It's this place where my heart needs to be
Yes, this place, my soul needs to see

This old place, brings me back to where I need to be
This old place, makes me see just what I need to see
This old place, makes me cry for just no reason
This old place, feels right in every season

This old place, where the sun could shine all day
This old place, a gentle place when there's nothing left to say
This old place, brings back memories of days gone by
This old place, is a good cup of coffee and grandma's apple pie

This old place, where I could smile the whole day through
This old place, brings back thoughts of me and you
This old place, makes me wonder why God needed you so
This old place, in my dreams I just can't seem to let you go

This old place, it's time for me to lean on back and rest a while
This old place, in my mind I have walk so many miles
This old place, I love it so but yet I am so confused
This old Place, is where my spirits strong but my soul is bruised

This old place, I could feel the love that fills the air
This old place, I have no worries not even a single care
This old place, let's me be a child once again
This old place, I wish you could be in this place when my time comes to its end.

This old place, is where I truly need to be
This old place, makes me feel the things that I need to see
This old place, is where my spirits free to roam
This old place, it's the place that I call home

A LITTLE BOY
©  2016 Written by: America's Simple Man, Doc Dalton

A little boy, lost alone and who walks the streets
A shoeless child with nowhere to sleep
A crack whore mom and a no show dad
A child so young, hell, he's already mad

Though young, he knows the tricks of the trade
To survive this life, for one more day
A constant struggle, just to stay alive
A ghetto life, one he can't denied

Selling his body at such a tender age
To fill his belly for yet another day
As night time comes, it starts over again
A recycled life, that just has no end

He walks the streets for what seems miles
To escape a life not right, for a child
But tonight, he'll be out there hustling once again
For this boy has no beginning, and there is No end

He much wiser for his years and so his business expands
Into a trade for his buyers, of a constant supply and demand
A business whose products, are full of cocaine and weed
And that routine, has now become part of his daily deed

The money is better and life seems so cool
But it's a part time path, to a life full of ruin
He's now walking down a path that will lead him to hell
With his hands cuffed behind him, and car ride to jail

It's 3 to 5 in a house full of thugs
Professors in crime with degrees in drugs
Prison life's not easy, don't be fooled by their ways
There are rules by the masters and a price you must pay

His time has passed and this boy, he's now a man
Back on the streets doing all that he can
 After 5 years in jail, what a price he has paid
Still a tough guy by choice, but now a thug with aids

It's the same old story
Of a life that might have been
From a boy who roamed those streets
To a life time sentence, of a deadly sin

So remember this little boy tonight
When you say your prayers
There are countless kids just like him
Who walk the street, so unaware?

Be grateful for the ones you have
Because they are only a step away
For the life of that little boy
Could be your child's, on any given day

THINGS ARE SO DAM DIFFERENT NOW
© June 2017 - Doc Dalton - All rights Reserved

These old eyes burn like hell, at the sadness that they see
This old heart is broken, as my legs give way and I stumble to my knees
This old back, it just can't carry the load much anymore
This old Spirit is flat out tired, a little tattered and a whole lot torn

The voices in my head, they won't let me be
While the faces in my mind, are one's that I just can't see
Weather calls for hazy, dark clouds and a good chance of rain from the tears that I will cry
Years have been plenty, with the help of this old bar stool, there gone, in the blink of an eye

My steps a bit different now, not as sure, not as steady
This chip on my shoulder, it's there but not nearly as heavy
Still thinking, I can do what I want, when I want to
Only to realize, thinking that way, makes this man a dam fool

I Pray for his forgiveness from a past that won't let me be
While this whiskey, can't stop my ghosts from haunting me
A journey, one that has become long, painful and confusing
A road of uncertainty, one that was all my own doing

Now in search of that old chair, under that old willow tree
Hell, I still Love Jesus, Heaven knows, I hope he still Loves me
Thoughts are running wild, my minds lost amongst the clouds
It's an unstable journey, Dear Lord, 

                               THINGS ARE SO DAM DIFFERENT NOW