I grew up in a small town in Central FL. A very close friend who lived a half block from me was dying of cancer. As his time was drawing near, his brother asked if I would eulogize my friend at his service, which I was pleased to oblige. I visited my friend a few days before he passed and we laughed and cried as we recalled our crazy times together. Ironically, as I focused on our experiences for the sake of the eulogy, I couldn't help thinking about how much our small town was, "JUST LIKE MAYBERRY."

I grew up in a small town in Central FL. A very close friend who lived a half block from me was dying of cancer. As his time was drawing near, his brother asked if I would eulogize my friend at his service, which I was happy to oblige. I visited my friend a few days before he passed and we laughed and cried as we recalled our crazy times together. Ironically, as I focused on our experiences for the sake of the eulogy, I couldn't help thinking about how much our past was "JUST LIKE MAYBERRY."

I was inspired to write this song about my granddaughter, who had just turned 8. When she smiles at me, I simply melt. It doesn't matter what obstacle I'm facing or my level of stress, when I look at her (or her picture) and see that smile, my perspective instantly looks better.

My wife and I passed through the small town where I grew up, as we stopped to visit a longtime friend I've known since the first grade. As we drove away, I shared with my wife that I had a crush on this girl in the 2nd grade; that she was smart and really pretty. I laughed as I remembered being jealous of Elvis because she thought he was cool. As we drove away, I drew on thoughts of my wife and me visiting Panama City Beach, back before the advent of cell phones, and that it's ironic how my past lead me to her...

This is an awfully depressing song, but it’s one I produced and sang at home and I was pleased with how it turned out, except that it needs a bridge. Once I add a bridge to it (hopefully based on feedback via Frettie), I would most likely send it to a professional producer.

I wrote this song shortly after joining NSAI in 2001. I remember the instructor saying to, "Try to paint a picture with your lyric." I recently came across this song in my files and, although I know the song doesn't fit the mold of today's current style, it still took me back to "Many Years Ago"

My mother-in-law Winsome, “Winnie,” Klay passed away 2/13/2011. I wrote this song as a memento for my wife Julie & her siblings, but also for me, as she was a precious soul. Julie recently asked if I would finish it; Tim Buppert: vocals & production.

We can’t seem to alter the subject matter of our dreams and a particular, reoccurring nightmare is the inspiration behind this song, Looking Back. My high school’s football team was in the hunt for winning our district and we were playing against a much larger school. There were only seconds left and we were behind 12 to 7, but we were on the one-yard line. I was quarterback and it was 4th down. If we punch it in, we win! We lost – all because I called a boneheaded play. Every year, as football season begins, I am reminded of this disappointment by awaking from yet another reoccurring nightmare

I traveled to my hometown to attend a funeral. Sitting in the pew in front of me was a mutual friend to me and the deceased, as well as a lifelong friend and classmate since 1st grade. Before the service began, she turned around and said, “I’m embarrassed for you to see all these wrinkles on my face.” I told her, “You look the same as I remember from our earliest days.” During the service, I couldn’t help consider the irony; the last time I had seen my friend was at a birthday party for another mutual friend. This song began coming together during my 60-mile drive back home. This is a rewrite to add a bridge.