Kenny’s Melodies

Way up north where the harbor shines, In Baltimore, where the chords align. There’s a man with a song so true, Spins up gold from a digital groove. Oh, Kenny Driscoll, play that tune, Sing ‘bout love and lonesome moons. From Suno’s spark to a heart so free, Ain’t nobody writes like he! He don’t need a neon stage, Just a song that shakes the cage. Hits that chord and makes ya feel, Like the radio’s alive and real! Oh, Kenny Driscoll, play that tune, Sing ‘bout love and lonesome moons. From Suno’s spark to a heart so free, Ain’t nobody writes like he! Back round ‘05, a story untold, John Prine walked where the backstage glowed. Forty-five minutes of talkin’ life, With Kenny and his darlin’ wife. Now his songs still ride the wind, Tales of highways, love, and sin. AI magic, human soul, Somewhere Prine is noddin’ slow. Oh, Kenny Driscoll, play that tune, Sing ‘bout love and lonesome moons. From Suno’s spark to a heart so free, Ain’t nobody writes like he! So pick that guitar, let ‘er sing, Let the country echoes ring. For every heart that loves a song, Kenny’s tunes will play on strong.