Rusty Cline

These songs live where country, folk, and bar-room poetry bump shoulders with late-night jazz and handmade beer. Think worn leather boots on a sticky pub floor, a voice in the corner telling the truth a little too honestly, and a shuffleboard puck sliding toward the edge. After 52 years of writing songs, I love to collaborate, feel free to comment and connect. If you’ve ever loved the wrong person, stayed too long at the fountain of love, or stared at the ceiling at 4 a.m. wondering how it all turned out this way, you’re in the right place. Pull up a chair, drop a coin in the jukebox, and let the stories spin.