Backroads and Blue Jeans
bluegrass acoustic country
[Verse]
Grandpa's old guitar, a six-string melody,
Strumming through the fields, just him and me.
Stories of the past, where the river bends,
Life was simple then, where the sunset ends.
[Verse 2]
Picked up at dawn, hay bales on the truck,
Sweat on our brows, never had that sort of luck.
Daddy's worn-out boots, kickin' up the dust,
With a hammer in his hand, living's just a must.
[Chorus] Backroads and blue jeans, heart's tied to the land,
Singing 'bout the mountains, holding Mama's hand.
Cornfields and cowbells, where the echoes ring,
Life’s a country song, and we're born to sing.
[Verse 3]
Rooster in the mornin', awakening the day,
Cup of fresh-brewed coffee, keeps the storm at bay.
Front porch rocking chairs, creaking tales of old,
Tales of love and loss, and hearts made of gold.
[Verse 4]
Church bells on Sundays, gospel in the air,
Echoes of redemption, with a prayer to spare.
Fiddle in the barn, dancing 'til the night,
Moonshine in a jar, 'neath the pale moonlight.
[Chorus]
Backroads and blue jeans, heart's tied to the land,
Singing 'bout the mountains, holding Mama's hand.
Cornfields and cowbells, where the echoes ring,
Life’s a country song, and we're born to sing.
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