In the shadow of the evening, where the sun dips low,
I sit beside a whiskey bottle, letting memories flow.
Rusty wheels on a wagon creak, a sound that's bittersweet,
Fading hoofbeats in the distance echo down the street.
Rolling hills in the sunset, painted gold and brown,
The open prairie whispers softly, telling tales of this town.
Hollow sighs mix with the breezes, secrets of the night,
On this silent porch, I find my peace beneath the fading light.
The stars begin to twinkle, as crickets start to play,
Each note reminds me of the life we lived, come what may.
Strumming on my old guitar, I'll sing of love and loss,
Of the laughter that we shared and the bridges we have crossed.
With every drop I take tonight, I dance with shadows past,
Memories of you are haunting, but the smiles they still last.
Whiskey burns but warms me up, like the fires we once built,
On these open prairies, I'll wear your heart like my quilt.
The moonlight casts a glow across the fields we roamed,
Though the rusted wheels may rest, the spirit feels like home.
And when the dawn breaks gently, I'll welcome in the day,
With a promise in my heart, your love will never fade away.
So here's to whiskey bottle dreams and the tales they hold tight,
To the silent porch where laughter lives, beneath the stars so bright.
I raise a glass to memories, where love won't ever part,
In this endless open prairie, you will always fill my heart.
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Whiskey bottle, Rusted wheels, Fading hoofbeats, Rolling hills, Open prairie, Hollow sigh, Silent porch
Country
Whiskey bottle, Rusted wheels, Fading hoofbeats, Rolling hills, Open prairie, Hollow sigh, Silent porch