Backroads to Belief

Verse 1 Dusty paths at dusk, old truck’s headlights glow, Granddad’s stories whisper through the twilight’s flow. Mama’s fried chicken, kitchen warm with hate, Neighbors’ voices spill into the night’s embrace. We trade our tales under the oak tree shade, God finds us here, in the memories we’ve made. Chorus In this little town, we h**g on tight, To family bonds and the dark’s soft light. Traditions run deep like roots in clay, Faith in our souls gets us through the day. Lift your glass, let the cicadas sing, Love, laughter, and God—yeah, that’s everything. Verse 2 Sunday sun beams down, choir hums low, Voices rise like steam from the coffee flow. Kids chase shadows while the daylight blurs, Stories echo softly, wrapped in pastures. Every grip feels like home, familiar grace, Every prayer a bridge we cross, a sacred space. Chorus In this little town, we h**g on tight, To family bonds and the dark’s soft light. Traditions run deep like roots in clay, Faith in our souls gets us through the day. Lift your glass, let the cicadas sing, Love, laughter, and God—yeah, that’s everything. Bridge We don’t count the days with gold or fame, Just the stories etched deep, whispering names. Each hymn, each tear, every laugh we’ve spun, Keeps the heart of our town alive, never done. Chorus In this little town, we h**g on tight, To family bonds and the dark’s soft light. Traditions run deep like roots in clay, Faith in our souls gets us through the day. Lift your glass, let the cicadas sing, Love, laughter, and God—yeah, that’s everything. Outro Backroads to belief, where the stars paint the night, We thank the Lord for this simple life.