"The simple fact is that James McMurtry may be the truest, fiercest songwriter of his generation..." -Stephen King
That's right, James McMurtry, the son of acclaimed author Larry McMurtry (Lonesome Dove, Terms of Endearment), is coming to Miles City. McMurtry puts on a "must-see" powerhouse performance. 'The Washington Post' noted his live prowess: "Much attention is paid to James McMurtry's lyrics, and rightfully so: He creates a novel's worth of emotion and experience in four minutes of blisteringly stark couplets. What gets overlooked, however, is that he's an accomplished rock guitar player. At a sold-out Birchmere, the Austin-based artist demonstrated the raw power of wince-inducing imagery propelled by electric guitar. It was serious stuff, imparted by a singularly serious band."
"We can't Make it Her Anymore"- Should I hate the a people for the shade of their skin or shape of their eyes... should hate em for having our jobs today--No I hate the men that sent the jobs away.
Let em it poop... they can join the Air force or join the corp but they can't make it here anymore.
Cheney's Toy- You're the man show em what you're made of - your no longer daddy's boy. Cause your only Cheney's toy... For another unknown soldier with shrapnel in his brain. You're the man show em what you're made of cause your only Cheney's toy.