This is a cowrite between me and David Snyder.

We have been kicking the idea around about writing something together for some time. He sent me the outline for this song and some lyrics for verse 1. We kicked some things around and this was the result.

There's parts of 17 tracks in this.

Drums Rock sw 16
Bass 784
B3 675
Banjo 1579
Guitar 625
Guitar 878


Live tracks include several acoustic and electric guitars including all leads. There are 5 vox tracks layered in the mix.

The song is about war and the casualties that result both physically and mentally. PTSD is serious business. Every day, according to statistics, 22 veterans take their own lives as a result of not being able to cope with it.

Whiskey for Breakfast

Here's the lyrics:

Whiskey For Breakfast

It’s been the same way in this world since the dawn of time
When the first man said this land here is mine
He picked up a rock and there was blood on his hands
A curse on the ground his brother dying on the sand

They called him Johnny Reb and he wore that name with pride
It was brother against brother some fighting side by side
Antietam down to Vicksburg marching to the devil’s den
After all that time still wondering where the hell he’s been

Whiskey for breakfast they say it’s a sin
But they’ve never seen the places that I’ve been.
I’ve been dreaming about mountains and faces of the dead
I’m drinking whiskey for breakfast, until these nightmares end.

Nightmares that haunt me in the middle of the day
Closing my eyes I can’t chase them away
Some came home and some remain just names on a wall
Walking down a busy street I feel the darkness call

Whiskey for breakfast they say it’s a sin
But they’ve never seen the places that I’ve been.
I’ve been dreaming of jungles and faces of the dead
I’m drinking whiskey for breakfast, until these nightmares end.

In the devil’s sand box you can’t tell friends from foe
Death is waiting for you, everywhere you go.

Whiskey for breakfast they say it’s a sin
But they’ve never seen those places that I’ve been.
I’ve been dreaming of deserts and faces of the dead
I’m drinking whiskey for breakfast, until these nightmares end.



Hope you enjoyed this song.

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