The Black Powder Poets

Fathered by Tone , Mothered By Sound. Adopted Blood Brothers, getting on Down. Deep from the Heart of the Lone Star State, Music Capital of the World...don't Hate. Telling the stories, tales and fables, Others are scared too or unable. In this ghost town...Population of 7, Through high water and hell to bring a little heaven, Dust off your Bibles and drop to your knees, Say a prayer for some broken men...aimin' to please..