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I wake up to the smell of burnt biscuits again. It’s that gen-ay-say-kwah, beauty you can’t touch, cause it might burn your hand. I roll around, finally rise, cause sleep is much too grim. Bacon, eggs, chorizo, coffee black as sin.
You notice I don’t touch the burnt offering that you give. When I catch your eye I choke one down and with a black tooth grin

Hallelujah can i have one more? I’ve been waiting all this time whatcha holding back for? Yeah hallelujah can i have one more? You best treat me right before I walk out that door.

Since I got down on one knee you know we’ve never loved so strong. And the time between grows with our love, big and quite oblong. I know quality over quantity baby, it’s our love song. But practice makes perfect and the correlation’s never wrong. I stand to attention my blood’s rushing like the river’s long, when you come in with nothing but a messy bun on

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from Western Holler, released February 12, 2021

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Jordan Robert Kirk Idalou, Texas

Jordan Robert Kirk is a native of West Texas. Descended from pioneers who first settled Crosby County, and the son of a fourth generation farmer and cattleman, JRK's songs are products of life and heritage, looking adversity in the eye in the forms of drought and hail, dirt devils and tornadoes, dirt cheap commodity prices, and soldiering on year by year. ... more

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