[Intro]
[Verse 1]
He walks a dusty trail where the pines whisper low,
A silhouette ‘gainst the sun’s dying glow.
With a guitar on his back and a heart turned to stone,
He’s chasing horizons to call his own.
[Chorus]
Oh, the chickens scratch and the garden grows,
Tod’s at his heels where the wild wind blows.
But love’s a door he’ll never unlatch,
Just six strings and a rusty patch.
[Verse 2]
The earth’s his church, his hands sow the seeds,
Rows of green where his solitude breathes.
He plays his blues to the coyotes’ cry,
A lonesome tune ‘neath a starlit sky.
[Chorus]
Oh, the chickens scratch and the garden grows,
Tod’s at his heels where the wild wind blows.
But love’s a door he’ll never unlatch,
Just six strings and a rusty patch.
[Bridge]
Memories hum in the frets of his guitar,
A woman’s laugh, now a faded scar.
Tod licks his palm, and the fire burns low,
Embers of a life he used to know.
[Chorus]
Oh, the chickens scratch and the garden grows,
Tod’s at his heels where the wild wind blows.
But love’s a door he’ll never unlatch,
Just six strings and a rusty patch.
[Outro]
