The Ballad of Steven May

There's a man I know who strums so fine

Riverside Club on Sundays, feeling divine

In his old Dodge Ram, he rolls down the road

With laughter and stories that never grow old

He's living life with a smile so wide

Playing country tunes with a rock and roll side

Every note he plays, you know it's true

Steven's the kind of friend who'll see you through

Born in Texas, between the Red and Rio Grand

Sassy the dog by his side, as he farms his land

He's got a heart bigger than the Lone Star state

In Steven's world, there's no room for hate

On his farm with chickens and peacocks around

Selling eggs at gigs, that's where he's found

Spent a night in Port Isabel's jail

A long time ago, but still telling his tale

He's living life with a smile so wide

Playing country tunes with a rock and roll side

Every note he plays, you know it's true

Steven's the kind of friend who'll see you through

Male Vocalist of the Year, he took that crown

In the RGV, he's the talk of the town

Sings with a velvet voice that echoes so clear

No one else like him, that's perfectly clear

Back in the Palm Aire days, he'd always say

"Does my hair look good?" in his own charming way

A procrastinator with style so unique

Steven's got a flair that you just can't critique

He's living life with a smile so wide

Playing country tunes with a rock and roll side

Every note he plays, you know it's true

Steven's the kind of friend who'll see you through

A Swede with a love for Elvis's tunes

Wind turbines spin under Texas moons

Accept no substitute, he's the real deal

Playing the best of country with a rock and roll feel

Entertainer of the year, he's earned that name

With Steven, every show is never the same

Playing country with a twist, he's the one

And in his world, the music's never done