Autobiographical Song about where and how I grew up. Featuring JOHN RUPPE on Guitar. He is a truly talented North Carolina musician.. and he puts the Ruppe in BEALL&RUPPE.

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Growing up in Southern Maryland, we started off kindof poor. My mother invested every dime she had into a 20 acre track of land that would later be known as; Whisperwood Farm.

It was there I learned some of my hardest lessons and harvested some of my fondest memories.

We didnt have alot money growing up and for a period of time we did not have water. We supplied ourselves with firehouse and creek water. I can still feel that water splashing up my leg as I tried to carry a bucket to full for me to control. I was just a kid back then (7) or (8).

When I was 9 years old or so, my bother and I were the only two people small enough to dig the deepest portions of the future family well. I will never forget looking up and seeing the sky the size of a dime.

Between earning every simple luxury and the horses who were my best friends, I feel it allowed me to have balance in my life I would always keep close to my heart.

I feel this rough start has allowed me to charish every acomplishment I ever fulfilled. Every tangible item I ever bought was with the mindset of taking care of it forever; Because growing up, you may never get another new item, so "you better take care of this one" kind of thinking.

I will never forget where I came from, no matter how far I go. and this song it just a glimpse of who I was..

Martin Road
Written By: Robert F. Beall
April 27, 2011


VERSE 1

Every Now and Then
I go to another place and time
Little dirt road on the outskirts town called Brandywine
It was there I learned
All my Wrongs and Rights
And Where my Grandma King died one Night.

I had my best friends
And everyone of them
Hung out in a 12 by 12 covered by wood and tin
Yeah those horses were all of my best friends
Even when they kicked my teeth in.

CHORUS
So when the world gets dark and I’m all alone
Out here on the streets and it gets cold
I just drift away to another day
And find the me that’s just 9 years old

Back in the well on Martin Road
Back in the well on………………..Martin Road

VERSE 2

Never dug a well
Ever in my life
9 years old me and my brother gonna give it a try
Maybe who I am
Is because of who I was
And I was sixty feet down in ankle deep mud

(REPEAT CHORUS 1)

VERSE 3

If I had a Choice
I’d do it all again
On the Farm called Whisperwood
Getting beat up by my friends
Shaking my pain off
Not knowing who I was gonna be
Yeah, these scars and thoughts define me

CHORUS 2

So when the world slows down Just long enough
For me to take a breath and get control
I swear I’ll never change, God knows I can’t
Cause in my mind I’m always right at home.

Back to the well on Martin Road
Back in the well on Martin Road

Come from a well on……………………..Martin Road