Dusty Boots and Heartstrings

[Intro] [Verse 1] She laces up her boots, dust on the floor, Drives a worn-out truck to a neon-lit store. Her voice cracks the silence, a jukebox confession, A small-town girl with a lifetime of lessons. [Chorus] Oh, she sings of heartache, dirt roads, and rain, A love lost like trains in the Tennessee plain. Her tears taste like whiskey, her laughter’s a storm, A woman rebuilt from the pieces she’s torn. [Verse 2] She’s got a photo tucked deep in her pocket, A faded old memory, a locket unlocked. Her daddy’s last words, “Don’t let the fire die,” Now she strums her guitar ‘neath a starless sky. [Bridge] (Key change, soft fiddle) The crowd sways slow to her lonesome refrain, A symphony of heartbeats, joy wrapped in pain. She’s a flicker of hope in a world turned to gray, A melody that lingers long after the play. [Chorus] Oh, she sings of heartache, dirt roads, and rain, A love lost like trains in the Tennessee plain. Her tears taste like whiskey, her laughter’s a storm, A woman rebuilt from the pieces she’s torn. [Outro] (Instrumental fade: acoustic guitar, pedal steel, distant harmonies)