Sandbar Soul I walked the old shoreline,bare feet in the clay.The river kept on rolling,like it never heard me pray.My shadow on the sandbarlooked tired, worn, and thin—guess a man learns slowwhere his troubles all begin. Oh, sandbar soul,you keep pulling me back home.Where the reeds whisper mercyand the water carves the stone.Oh brother, don’t you worry,every tide has somethin’… Read more →