Because laughing ain’t a pleasure, till you know about crying.

Spring in Nashville? The outdoors offer lovely area parks, with Spring festivals and outdoor dining. You too can take that shades, stepping inside hottest concerts and art exhibits. Music City? Boasts a live music scene (also with your favorite tunes), each and every day. You too can get rid of winter’s chill, by going outside for a meal, because Nashville you offers plenty of restaurants with patio seating. Puckett’s Restaurant roots? https://puckettsgro.com/nashville/ Stretch way back to the ‘50s, with a little grocery store in a village. Ever since then, they’ve been focused on providing friends with great food and Southern hospitality. In a laid-back and down-home atmosphere, you can find authentic comfort food (classics like the meat and their famous slow-smoked BBQ).

Alongside Chris Stapleton, Kacey Musgraves and Eric Church, in 2016 ANDREW COMBS performed on the main stage at the Country to Country festival (in the UK). He was born in a December’s 1986 day in Dallas (Texas), but currently resides in Nashville, (Tennessee). He released his debut in 2010 (at the age of 23), followed with All These Dreams in 2015 (both of which received laudatory critics. The Tennessean ranked his “All These Dreams” as one of Nashville’s top 17 albums of 2015.

ANDREW COMBS https://www.andrewcombsmusic.com/ is a Nashville singer-songwriter, a musician you’ll tell your friends about. Like pioneering color photographer, he sees the everyday and the commonplace as the surest paths to transcendence. In this way, he makes music that does battle with the unsubtle. As a songwriter, he relies on meditative technique commensurate with his idea of nature, like an spiritual wellspring. Only in this way he understands that what is often studded with the sacred.

HEART OF WONDER – I have run through the valley, I have stormed the shore. Dug my fingers in fields of fortune, but never found what I’m looking for the wind it winds through skies of plunder followed the signs for the heart of wonder. I have held holy close to my heart, cursed my bended knees, quoted many knowing minds, lines I’ve read but I’ve yet to believe. Words they numb this pain and hunger, but nothing cures my heart of wonder. What moves in the long limbed grasses? What shadows the spirit catches What will be waiting when we’re gone? I have heard Heaven’s marching song, sung it word for word, chased the blood of angel tongues. Strained my lungs just to be heard. Still I hear it in the distant thunder, just out of reach for the heart of wonder, heart of wonder.

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