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God's Little Half Acre
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The time we spends just payin' rent......but sometimes we forget that so this song is a reminder.
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My first real appreciation for music hit me the first time I saw the Beatles on the Ed Sullivan show. The emotion and enthusiasm of the audience on that small black and white screen was a real eye opener for me. I began writing songs a few years later as a teenager and decided to teach myself to play guitar. What better way to impress girls, right? As I matured as a writer it was my love for a good story song that morphed me into a country songwriter. I enjoy reading articles about other songwriters, and one of my biggest influences was a Johnny Cash quote that said he used the "KISS" method of writing. An acronym for "Keep It Simple Stupid", and I thought that sounded pretty easy. Was I ever WRONG! I have learned that creating a song that comes across as conversational and uncomplicated was not as easy as it sounded. After several years of writing, and many stacks of spiral bound notebooks, I slowly turned into a better writer as I learned to draw from life's experiences. My dad was a career military man, and I was born on an Army base in Augusta, Georgia. Growing up I spent summers on my grandparents farm in Louisiana, and so I am forever filled with a deep love for the south. My family and I live in the Flint Hills of Kansas. This site contains a portion of my catalog which is pitched daily in Nashville. Please feel free to contact me or my agent in Nashville: Dallas Gregory Song Rocket Music Nashville, TN Thanks for visiting and listening. All My Best, Marvin
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Peak #20
Peak in subgenre #6
Author
Marvin Adcock
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2013
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February 07, 2013
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MP3 4.2 MB 160 kbps 3:39
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At the Eventide Convalescent Center - every third Saturday Dad and I would go eat dinner - with aunt Opal who was eighty-eight I was pickin’ at my food when an old black man - sat down at the table by me He looked me in the eye and said, “How do you do, - my name’s Cushinberry.” Said I was born in an all black town in Kansas - called Nickodemus In World War II was an Army medic - then settled in Topeka I was fortunate to have a good momma and dad - who taught me all about God’s grace The same way son that yours have - or you wouldn’t be here today You can always find someone that’s got it worse - help ‘em if you can God put us on this earth - to help our fellow man If you go out of your way to help somebody - you’re returned the favor Cause the time we spends just payin’ rent - for God’s little half acre He said for years I gave away food and cloths – had a Christian Mission store Had a sign that read “for the needy, not the greedy” - that hung above the door I like to think I gave hope and dreams - to folks who didn’t have any But son I saw things that just shouldn’t be - here in the land of plenty You can always find someone that’s got it worse - help ‘em if you can God put us on this earth - to help our fellow man If you go out of your way to help somebody - you’re returned the favor Cause the time we spends just payin’ rent - for God’s little half acre Three weeks passed, I went back, they told me he had died Mumblin’ somethin’ about a little piece of ground – waitin’ on the other side You can always find someone that’s got it worse - help ‘em if you can God put us on this earth - to help our fellow man If you go out of your way to help somebody - you’re returned the favor Cause the time we spends just payin’ rent - to this day I think of him - visitin’ with all his friends on God’s little half acre
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