On the edge of the whiskey river, where the wildflowers sway,
In a rusted pickup truck, I've made my getaway.
Fading boots on the pedal, dust dancing in the air,
With every mile behind me, I’m leaving all my cares.
The rolling thunder's calling, like a song from days gone by,
Beneath the wide, open sky, where the eagles dare to fly.
Got a hollow heart I carry, but I won't be weighed down,
With every turn of the wheel, I’m reborn in this town.
So here I am, chasing shadows, where the sun meets the ground,
In the stillness of the evening, I let my worries drown.
With a silent prayer upon my lips, and the stars starting to shine,
I’ll find my way through the darkness, one step at a time.
Now the midnight air is cooling, and the coyotes sing their song,
In this endless stretch of freedom, I finally feel I belong.
Each heartbeat echoes stories of the life I’ve left behind,
But I'll greet tomorrow’s sunrise, with no chains to hold my mind.
As the whiskey river flows on, and the memories fade away,
In that rusted pickup truck, I’ll make my own way.
With fading boots and a spirit that won’t ever part,
I’ll fill this hollow space with all the love in my heart.
So raise your glass to the journey, where the road meets the sky,
To the laughter and the heartache, and the moments that fly by.
As the rolling thunder whispers, hear the freedom that it brings,
In the embrace of the open range, the soul forever sings.
In the embrace of the open range, the soul forever sings.
Country
Whiskey river, Rusted pickup, Fading boots, Rolling thunder, Open range, Hollow heart, Silent prayer
Country
Whiskey river, Rusted pickup, Fading boots, Rolling thunder, Open range, Hollow heart, Silent prayer