Lyrics

[Verse]
The sun creeps up on a dusty field,
Past the barn, where time’s been sealed.
Morning mist on the old hay bales,
Life flows slow, like southern tales.

[Verse 2]
Grandpa’s whistle cuts the air,
Coffee brews in Mama’s care.
Rusty truck with dented pride,
Holds the stories, of miles we’ve tried.

[Chorus]
It’s country roads and skies of blue,
A faded map and a dream come true.
Simple moments, hearts that bind,
This love of ours, country-defined.

[Verse 3]
The porch swings steady, creak and groan,
Whispers carried by winds we’ve known.
Lightning bugs at the end of June,
Dancing softly under the moon.

[Verse 4]
Sunday hymn in the chapel small,
Voices rise as the echoes fall.
Faith and love, they go hand in hand,
Roots run deep in this cherished land.

[Bridge]
Through the storms and shifting sands,
We hold tight with callused hands.
The heartland hums a steady tune,
A timeless hymn under stars and moon.