Dusty roads lead me back home,
To where the tall pines sway and roam.
A rusted mailbox, we painted red,
Whispers secrets of the words we said.
Maple trees with leaves aglow,
Stand like sentinels in a row.
Their colors dance in the autumn breeze,
A symphony played with such sweet ease.
On the porch swing, we’d laugh and sigh,
As fireflies lit up the evening sky.
Southern comfort wrapped us tight,
In the warmth of love on a starry night.
Momma's sweet tea and Daddy's old songs,
Remind me where my heart belongs.
Every moment's a cherished refrain,
In this small town, love will remain.
Seasons change, but memories stay,
In the echoes of laughter, they never fade away.
So here’s to the places where my spirit thrives,
In the heartbeat of home, where my soul arrives.
With rusted rails and a winding path,
Every turn brings a gentle laugh.
As the sun dips low in the sky’s embrace,
I find my peace in this sacred place.
So let the world keep spinning round,
In this little haven, I'm forever bound.
With you beside me, there's nothing I lack,
On this gravel drive, I’ll never look back.
Country
Gravel drive, rusted mailbox, maple trees, porch swing, southern comfort
Country
Gravel drive, rusted mailbox, maple trees, porch swing, southern comfort