Down by the creek where the wildflowers grow,
There’s an old rusted truck that we used to know,
With the paint peeling back and the wheels in the grass,
It holds all the memories of summertime past.
Under blue skies, we’d laugh till we cried,
Sipping sweet tea with the world as our guide,
We’d crank up the tunes from those old records,
While the soft evening breeze whispered secrets unheard.
Barefoot dance on the warm summer ground,
With your hand in mine, we’d spin all around,
The stars came alive, like they knew what we’d found,
In the glow of the fire, our love knows no bounds.
Seasons may change, but the heart stays the same,
In that old rusted truck, you still call my name,
Though the miles stretch on and our lives shift and sway,
Those sweet moments linger, they’ll never fade away.
So here’s to the memories we’ve gathered and made,
To the laughter and love that will never degrade,
As long as there’s blue skies, sweet tea, and more,
With you by my side, I’m forever encore.
In the heart of the night with the moon shining bright,
I’ll hold you close, everything feels so right,
So let’s take a ride down those winding back roads,
In that rusted old truck, love’s always in load.
And though life may change, our roots run so deep,
The dance of our souls, like secrets to keep,
As we journey ahead, hand in hand, we’ll trust,
There’s beauty in the rust, and in love, we believe.
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Rusted truck, blue skies, sweet tea, old records, barefoot dance
Country
Rusted truck, blue skies, sweet tea, old records, barefoot dance