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This was the first song I wrote on the road. It took me a few days to write and nearly a year to mix. Though I'd spent twenty years using Pro Tools as a guild editor and mixer (and frankly thought I knew everything there was to know), I had never used the program's music capabilities. I was astounded to realize I hadn't learned the half of it.

My good friend Neil Flowers who helped me clean up the lyrics have joked that we will probably be the only two people on the planet who have heard this song more than once. Thoughts and Prayers is long and not an easy song to listen to, but I felt it important to include it in this first album

The statistics at the time I wrote this song were accurate and if anything they've become grimmer over time. There have been hundreds of atrocious mass murders since: most notably the Robb Elementary School shooting in Uvalde Texas with 21 dead and 21 injured, the Lewistown Maine tragedy where 18 were murdered and 13 wounded. and the Monterey Park California slaughter (11 dead, 9 wounded). There were 425 mass shooting events in 2025.

 

But the true casualty count doesn't come in mass shootings. The "hundred five Americans" is now closer to 130.Each day. The yearly total is closing in on 50,000. We lost 58,000 people in the Vietnam war. We lose about 40,000 on the nation's highways.

 

People use guns to kill themselves 65 % of the time and kill someone else 35%. Approximately 22 children are shot each day, on average 8 die. Gun violence is the number one cause of death for children in the United States. The only thing more deadly than guns in this country is fentanyl which claims more than 70,000 people each year. 

Why fentanyl is considered a major health crisis (which it certainly is) and guns do not is not a mystery when you consider that 57,000 guns per day are currently purchased in thie U.S.. Yes, per day. Significantly more than the number of new cars sold.  Each bullet will cost about 50 cents. These numbers suggests the likely cause of political inaction is money. American lives are literally being traded to make profits by the gun industry. Little wonder why the hearts and minds of the diehard 2nd amendment purists have been so totally seduced by the gun industry's promise of protection. Guns are sexy. Guns give the powerless, power over others. Guns are, for many, addictive.

I've had arguments with gun enthusiasts who say guns stop many more violent crimes than the deaths they produce. But these statistics are theoretical and, in my opinion blue-sky optimistic. I don't believe they are the invisible deterrent claimed. One guy I almost got into a fight with at a Peterbilt Repair place in Billings Montana mocked gun laws as being as absurd as outlawing baseball bats or knives. I countered that you can't kill very many people with a bat or a knife before being swarmed by people protecting themself. My song makes reference to the Dayton shooting where the killer had only 30 seconds to kill before being taken down by police. He was able to murder nine. That's a human soul every 3 seconds. The "good guy with a gun will always get the better of the bad guy with the gun" myth was tragically evidenced in the Uvalde massacre.

I hope no one takes the song literally; it was fashioned after Swift's “A Modest Proposal”  My professional singing  friend, Christa Pfeiffer agreed to sing the “national anthem” part. My daughter Sophie sings the part of the child.

Any proceeds for this song have been or will be donated to Brady United.

105 Americans will be gunned down today
In the land of the free
And the home of the brave
40 will be murdered, 65 by their own hand
And 50,000 new guns will flood into this land

Our thoughts and prayers go out to you
To the maimed and departed
This is the price we've agreed to pay
To keep our country guarded

2012 in Sandy Hook
Twenty young people died
And six of their teachers
And the whole country cried
20 kids who never saw eight candles on their cakes
20 kids who'll never be kissed on a first date
Some say they're collateral damage
For a higher need we have
To overthrow the government if ever it goes bad

Our thoughts and prayers go out to you
The maimed and departed
This is the price we've agreed to pay
To keep our country guarded

On a beautiful night in Vegas
In the shadow of the Mandalay Bay
With country music playin
A perfect American day
A thousand rounds rained down that night
Leaving 60 people dead
Hundreds more were wounded
Cut down where they fled
You can blame the founding fathers
For a future they couldn't see
But in every war for freedom there's always casualties

Thoughts and prayers go out to you
The maimed and departed
This is the price we gotta pay
To keep our country guarded

At a Walmart in El Paso
A kid just twenty-one
Wrote his manifesto
With the barrel of his gun
He hated all Latinos and the mess he thought they'd made
But his headline was a waste of time
Cause a shooter on the very next day
Thirty seconds after opening fire
On the sidewalk he lay cold
Long enough to take the lives of nine in Ohio

Our thoughts and prayers go out to you
To the maimed and departed
This is the price we gotta pay
To keep our country guarded

Parkland was a name I knew
From the day Kennedy died
I think now of a high school
Where survivors organized
In the name of 17 wounded
And the 17 who died
They went to the White House
And begged for a compromise
They left with the reassurance
New laws would be made
But the next knock on the door that night
Was from the NRA

Our thoughts and prayers go out to you
The people we lost today
They've paid the highest price
Anyone of us can pay

Now sometimes we get criticized
By countries North and South
Who think the right to shoot ourselves
Ain't what it's all about
But they weren't born from violence
And the guns that won our lands
They can't see how tough love
Is where we make our stand
We protect our private property
We kill those who do us harm
You'll have to pry our cold dead fingers
From the right to bare our arms

Our thoughts and prayers go out to those
The grieved and broken hearted
We remember all our heroes
From the clubs and kindergartens

105 Americans will be gunned down today
In the land of the free and the home of the brave

22 kids get shot today
Eight of 'em don't go home
By murder and by accident
And for reasons no one knows
Mothers inconsolable
Blinded in your grief
Can you find satisfaction
In the sacrifice you leave
We don't remember faces
Or agree what is to blame
Will we ever say your babies
Didn't die in vain?
When we look up at the stars tonight
And remember those who've fallen
Be grateful that it wasn`t you
At least until tomorrow
When

Our thoughts and prayers go out to you
To the maimed and departed
This is the price we've agreed to pay
To keep our country guarded

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