Trumpet's Morning Serenade

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Morning sun coming through the screen door, Coffee brewing on the old oak floor, Barefoot running where the wildflowers grow, Down that gravel road I used to know. Grandpa’s truck sitting by the barn, Mama’s calling when it’s getting dark, Crickets singing underneath the stars, Those little things never seemed so far. [Chorus] 🎵 Green grass, blue sky, Red dirt underneath my feet, Old porch, summertime, Nothing in this world was sweeter to me. Take me back, let me laugh, Let me hear that old screen door slam, Where the days moved slow and the memories last— Lord, take me home to that green grass. 🎵 [Verse 2] Friday night and the radio loud, Pickup trucks lined up with the whole hometown, Fiddle crying underneath the moon, Everybody dancing to an old-time tune. First love written on a sycamore tree, Her name and mine like they’d always be, We swore those summer nights would never pass, But time rolls on like a mower through the grass. [Chorus] 🎵 Green grass, blue sky, Red dirt underneath my feet, Old porch, summertime, Nothing in this world was sweeter to me. Take me back, let me laugh, Let me hear that old screen door slam, Where the days moved slow and the memories last— Lord, take me home to that green grass. 🎵 [Bridge] Now the years have come and gone, But that old field still carries on, Every blade beneath the setting sun Feels like where my story first begun. [Final Chorus — BIG] GREEN GRASS! BLUE SKY! RED DIRT underneath my feet! OLD PORCH! SUMMERTIME! Bring those country memories back to me! Take me back, let me laugh, Let me hear that old screen door slam, Where the days moved slow and the memories last— Lord, take me home… Take me home… TAKE ME HOME TO THAT GREEN GRASS! [Outro — fiddle + steel guitar] Green grass… Green grass… That’s where my heart still stands