Lyrics

[Verse]
Hand-me-down farmhouse, fields of gold,
Livin' in Pineville, stories told.
Daddy's old guitar, it sings so clear,
A serenade in the evening, waitin' here.

[Verse 2]
Mama's in the kitchen, bakin' warm pie,
Kids playin' down by the river side.
Weekend dances at the old barn hall,
Where laughter echoes down the country road call.

[Chorus]
Oh, the sunset over Pineville,
Painted skies, the heart stands still.
Memories like these never fade,
Our small-town life, hand-made.

[Verse 3]
Fading light, the stars come out,
Soft whispers of love, no one doubts.
Fishing lines cast in the still of night,
Dreams take flight under the moon's light.

[Verse 4]
Dust on the trail where the horses roam,
Woodsmoke rising, it feels like home.
In every corner, a story's spun,
Under Pineville's setting sun.

[Chorus]
Oh, the sunset over Pineville,
Painted skies, the heart stands still.
Memories like these never fade,
Our small-town life, hand-made.