Mac Leaphart

These songs come from sticky Southern towns and broken hearts. Crowded streets that know no names. Lonely hours in sub-leased apartments with dirty, white walls. Hard living and the long road home. These songs are stories. Some are true, some out of nowhere. They came to me and I wrote them down and asked some friends to help me get them on record. And there is not too much more to say. I think the songs speak for themselves. I hope so, anyway.