Tennessee Dust and Dreams

[Intro] [Verse 1] Well, the sun cracks the dawn on a rusty pickup bed, Ain’t much changed ‘round here since my granddaddy’s head. The general store’s still got that creaky wood floor, And old Mrs. Jenkins knows every face at the door. We got dirt roads that twist where the river bends low, Where the catfish bite slow and the corn grows in rows. Friday nights are for touchdowns and high school cheers, Then we park by the lake, sippin’ cheap beers. [Chorus] Oh, it’s Tennessee dust and a backroad trust, A little broke down, but it’s still enough. We laugh through the pain ‘cause the roots run deep, In a town where the memories ain’t cheap. [Verse 2] The church bell rings grace over Main Street’s old bricks, Where the barber’s a preacher for your politics. We lose jobs to the city, but we don’t lose pride, ‘Cause family’s the flag we all carry inside. Mama’s garden blooms where the factory once stood, And the diner’s pie recipe’s still neighborhood good. We wave at the ghosts of the ones who stayed true, In a place where the sky’s always Tennessee blue. [Chorus] Oh, it’s Tennessee dust and a backroad trust, A little broke down, but it’s still enough. We laugh through the pain ‘cause the roots run deep, In a town where the memories ain’t cheap. [Bridge] Some call it stuck, I call it home, Where the crickets sing truths in their twilight tone. We mend broken fences and broken hearts too, ‘Cause that’s what you do when the world feels askew. [Chorus] Oh, it’s Tennessee dust and a backroad trust, A little broke down, but it’s still enough. We laugh through the pain ‘cause the roots run deep, In a town where the memories ain’t cheap. [Outro]