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"Under These Backroad Skies" - Southern Wild Roses

Under These Backroad Skies Sun’s barely up, coffee in a cracked old thermos, Truck bed rattlin’ down a gravel line, Rods in the back, jokes flyin’ faster than the herons, Skip a rock, watch the water shine, Laugh about nothing, swear we’re livin’ right, Chasin’ a bite and killin’ time. Dust in the air, engines singin’ loud, Four wheels cuttin’ through the pines, Mud on our boots, feelin’ ten feet proud, Runnin’ trails we’ve run a thousand times, Sun on our backs, freedom in the ride, Just friends and open lines. It’s bonfires burnin’ in the middle of nowhere, Cold drinks crackin’ under porch-light stars, Your hand in mine, your laugh in the night air, Friends all around, forgettin’ who we are, Singin’ old songs, sparks climbin’ higher, Love and laughs gettin’ louder by the fire. Camouflage dawn, breath hangin’ still, Boots slow over frozen ground, Every step quiet, every moment real, Hearts beatin’ with the morning sound, Stories whispered, respect for the land, Side by side, best kind of plan. Tin cans lined up on a weathered rail, Plinkin’ away ‘til the sun drops low, Miss a few shots, hit enough to tell, Smell of smoke, steady hands we know, Just harmless fun, passin’ time, Smiles ring out louder than the chime. It’s bonfires burnin’ in the middle of nowhere, Cold drinks crackin’ under porch-light stars, Your kiss on my cheek, wind in your hair, Friends all around, laughin’ in the dark, Holdin’ this moment a little bit tighter, Love and laughs dancin’ in the fire. Lay back slow, let the night roll in, No city glow, just a million lights, Countin’ dreams with the people I’m with, Under real dark, backroad skies.