Connie Lee
The uniform came off. The stories stayed.
From desert silence to saltwater tides, my songs are shaped by service, distance, and finding my way back home.
Strength was required. Softness was a choice.
Music is where I put the things I couldn’t say out loud.
The uniform came off.
The stories stayed.
From desert silence to saltwater tides, my songs are shaped by service, distance, and finding my way back home.
Strength was required. Softness was a choice.
Music is where I put the things I couldn’t say out loud.
Saltwater & Slowdown
Where the ocean opens on both sides and I finally breathe again.
Marina 31
Old Florida nights, waterfront memories, and the kind of place you never really leave behind.
Get in
Top down, ocean ahead, and no good reason to stay home.
Tiki Torture
Paradise gets dangerous when the tropical drinks start making decisions.
South of Marathon
South of the bridge where the water feels familiar and the stories never left.
Blue Wall
Where the water stretches wide, the air turns to salt, and I finally breathe again.
Beach and Wine
Where sunshine turns to sunset and the beach turns into something unforgettable.
This Is Florida
Saltwater, backroads, sunshine, storms, and all the beautiful chaos in between.
Bonfires, Backroads & Huntin’ Stories
Where we ran wild, loved hard, and grew up along the way.
Rock the Country
Backwoods swagger, Florida heat, and turning it up loud enough for everybody to hear.
Buckle Bunnies
Rodeo nights, cowboy trouble, and a front-row seat to the show.
Let’em Loose
Wild hearts weren’t made to stay fenced in.
Runnin’ the Roads
Chasin’ boys, dust clouds, and any excuse to stay out past curfew.
Three Barrels and a Cloud of Dust
Steel nerves, fast turns, and the kind of grit you can’t fake.
Sweet as Pickle Pie
South Florida sweet — with just a little sass underneath.
You Ain’t My Brand of Cattle
I like my men strong, steady, and not in skinny jeans.
Little Bit Bougee
Boots in the dirt, gloss on my lips, and just a little bit of shine.
Boots & Battlefields
The uniform came off, but the stories stayed.
Airborne (All the Way)
3rd Special Forces Group, Jumpmasters, and the tales we lived to tell.
Boots on the Ground
A tribute to the sacrifices soldiers make and the truth that behind every pair of boots on the ground is a life, a family, and a story worth remembering.
Drinkin’ With Bobbi
From battlefield besties to chosen family — and the stories only we understand.
We Got Grit
Hard-earned resilience, stubborn determination, and getting back up every single time.
Six Damn Days (Country Version)
One story told with its boots planted firmly in country.
Six Damn Days (Crossover Version)
The same six days with a harder edge and a different pulse.
Unsent
For all the words that never made it into the letter.
Love, Loss & Life
The people we love, the ones we lose, and the stories that stay.
Amanda
For the friend who left too soon but never really left me.
Always You
The kind of love story that lasts generations.
In October
The season I fell in love with him — and the life we built after.
Why Music
For years, I was laser focused on the mission.
I put dreams on the shelf.
Music.
Babies.
Romantic relationships.
I had a ton of fun. I laughed hard. I lived fully.
But I stayed committed to the promise I made.
When I retired after 23 years of service, the uniform came off.
The stories didn’t.
Music became the place I put the things I couldn’t say out loud.
From desert silence to saltwater tides, my songs are shaped by distance, loyalty, missed birthdays, and coming home different.
This isn’t a second act.
It’s the dream I picked back up.