Under the Southern sky, where memories dwell,
A rusty truck parked low, with stories to tell.
Dusty roads whisper soft, like a river song,
Campfire dreams ignite as the night drifts along.
The stars twinkle bright, reflections in our eyes,
With a denim soul, we find our way through the skies.
Heartland pain lingers, but we heal in the light,
With laughter and love, we’ll chase away the night.
In that empty bar, where the jukebox plays slow,
Every note is a heartbeat of the life that we know.
We’ll reminisce the days when we danced in the rain,
And raise a glass to the joys, to the heartland pain.
So let the fire crackle, let the memories unfold,
Each flame tells a story that we’ll never let go.
Hand in hand, we’ll wander through this life we’ve made,
Underneath the Southern sky, where our dreams never fade.
With the morning sun rising, we’ll greet a new day,
The echo of laughter will always find its way.
And though roads may be rough, and the nights feel long,
Together we’ll stand, in our river song.
Country
Rusty truck, River song, Campfire dreams, Denim soul, Southern sky, Heartland pain, Empty bar
Country
Rusty truck, River song, Campfire dreams, Denim soul, Southern sky, Heartland pain, Empty bar