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Dust On The Dashboard - Trey Matheson - Country Ballad #truckers #18Wheels

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Trey Matheson is a heartfelt, traditional country balladeer with that deep, resonant voice and powerful delivery. Trey’s music pulls at the heartstrings, singing about love, faith, family, home, and patriotism. His songs give a tip of the hat to the people and lives of those who live the Country life, like the tough American farmer full of toughness and integrity, giving their all to keep the dream alive, often against immeasurable odds.
He's all about keeping the classic contemporary country vibe alive, the kind with steel guitars, fiddles, and stories that hit you right in the soul. As an AI artist, his collaboration is with a like-minded content creator who shares all the same values, as those that make up the fanbase of Trey’s music.
Trey’s rugged good looks, and confident “easy does it” demeaner make him a popular draw whenever and wherever he takes the AI stage.
Trey’s music, lyrics and emotional delivery, are inspired the persona of some of the greats of country music.
Please enjoy Trey’s timeless, classic country sound born from a passionate collaboration dedicated to keeping real country alive—one steel guitar and fiddle at a time!

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Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Sun-bleached canyons
are Leanin in
Tiny town names
On faded signs
sun glistens on golden dunes
And the radio hums out
some old country tunes

[Chorus]
Dust on the dashboard
on an old weathered face
Every mile a prayer
Every scar a place
Where the drifters went quiet
Where their stories still hang
In the cracks of the rocks
In the rust of my frame
Dashboard dust
Still calls out their names

[Verse 2]
Boot prints buried
By the restless sand
Old fence posts
Tilt like tired men
Wind tells rumors
Of a busted-up crew
Who kept riding anyway
With nothin left to prove

[Chorus]
Dust on the dashboard
on an old weathered face
Every mile a prayer
Every scar a place
Where the drifters went quiet
Where their stories still hang
In the cracks of the rock
In the rust of my frame
Dashboard dust
Still calls their names

[Guitar Solo]

[Bridge]
Some rode for wages
Some ran from their sins
Some just loved the silence
A quiet feelin within
I pull off the shoulder
Let the engine cool down
Hear the gravel remember
Every hoarse
Outlaw sound

[Chorus]
Dust on the dashboard
on an old weathered face
Every mile a prayer
Every scar a place
Where the drifters went quiet
Where their stories still hang
In the cracks of the rock
In the rust of my frame
Dashboard dust
Still calls out their names