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I always dreamed of going to the Ryman and the Grand Ole Opry

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Donna in our front yard, with the carnival rose.

This was our wedding day. After almost 2 years of talking it over, we finally did it !

Thanks for stopping by. My name is David Lorenza Franklin. My beautiful wife is Donna Marie.  Have a look around our website and get to know us.

This site is under construction. Please bear with us as we continue to build it!

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The pedal Steelguitar is of major importance in our lives

pictures and videos are here for your listening and veiwing pleasure !

And by all means check back here often. We travel a lot and meet a lot of nice people.  Some are musicians and some are just really cool folks that we meet along the way!

The New Sierra
In the next beginning
Some of the initial gear
Studio in the RV

 THE PILGRAM CH.33 (Kris Kristoferson)

 

 

See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans,
Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile--
Once he had a future full of money, love, and dreams,
Which he spent like they was goin' outa style--
And he keeps right on a'changin' for the better or the worse,
Searchin' for a shrine he's never found--
Never knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a curse,
Or if the goin' up was worth the comin' down--

CHORUS:
He's a poet, he's a picker--
He's a prophet, he's a pusher--
He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned--
He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,
Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home.

He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars,
And he's traded in tomorrow for today--
Runnin' from his devils, Lord, and reachin' for the stars,
And losin' all he's loved along the way--
But if this world keeps right on turnin' for the better or the worse,
And all he ever gets is older and around--
>From the rockin' of the cradle to the rollin' of the hearse,
The goin' up was worth the comin' down--

CHORUS:
He's a poet, he's a picker--
He's a prophet, he's a pusher--
He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned--
He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,
Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home.
There's a lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home.

I've been rockin since I first heard the old black blues rockers of the 50's. The Coasters, Little Richard, Fats Domino. Then Elvis, and the guitar greats like Duane Eddy,The Ventures, and Bill Doggit.  I was a child church singer and talent show winner.  I stepped into country music bar bands in 1964, The rest is history !

   If there are any pickers there that want to jam, any songwriters that would like a cowriter (or somebody to help} with any music...pleases give us a call !

We'll go anywhere to hear and see good music and musicians