Out on those gravel roads where the dust never quits,
Downhome feelin' calls my heart, and it fits,
With the sun settin' low and the stars comin' out,
In this old truck of mine, I can’t help but shout.
The radio’s playin’ those familiar tunes,
While the distant mountains reflect the silver moon,
Every turn in the path feels like a gentle embrace,
In a small town life, I’ve found my place.
Memories linger in the evening air,
Like the scent of sweet corn from a summer fair,
With my boots on the ground, I can’t resist the charms,
Of the wide open fields and these welcoming arms.
I keep rollin’ on, with my heart on my sleeve,
Chasin’ down dreams that I know I believe,
Through the laughter and tears, I’ll carry the weight,
Of the love that we share, it’s never too late.
So let the truck wheels hum a downhome song,
With each mile I drive, I know I belong,
In this quiet little town where the heart beats true,
I’ll find my way back, time and time, it’s you.
We’ll dance in the moonlight, ‘neath a blanket of stars,
With a promise to hold on, no matter how far,
And when the sun rises, I’ll still be right here,
On these gravel roads, where I’ve scattered my fears.
So let the laughter echo through the night’s gentle sigh,
With the love we’ve built, it will never say goodbye,
In this life so sweet, where the heart finds its way,
With gravel roads and downhome dreams, I’ll forever stay.
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