[Intro] [Verse 1] Pickup tires hum on a backroad’s sigh, Acoustic strings whisper where the pines run high. Dust settles slow on a faded flannel sleeve, But neon lights flicker in the dreams I breathe. [Chorus] Oh, it’s a dirt-road heart with a city’s b**t, A lonesome fiddle cryin’ down a crowded street. Whiskey and vinyl, a screen-lit night, Caught between the dust and neon lights. [Verse 2] Jukebox plays Cash, but my pulse goes rogue, Electric sparks dance ‘neath a porch-light fog. She’s got a small-town name, a wildfire soul, Burns through the static, chasin’ something whole. [Chorus] Oh, it’s a dirt-road heart with a city’s b**t, A lonesome fiddle cryin’ down a crowded street. Whiskey and vinyl, a screen-lit night, Caught between the dust and neon lights. [Bridge] Grandad’s ghost in the rearview fades, GPS voice says, “Redirect, reroute, replan.” But the stars still bleed through the smoggy haze, And the highway hums like an old hymn’s refrain. [Verse 3] She’s Nashville tough with a Brooklyn stride, Her laugh’s a campfire, her tears hold tide. We slow-dance slow where the Wi-Fi dies, Two ghosts in a world that can’t decide. [Chorus] Oh, it’s a dirt-road heart with a city’s b**t, A lonesome fiddle cryin’ down a crowded street. Whiskey and vinyl, a screen-lit night, Caught between the dust and neon lights. [Outro] --- **Language of Input Content:** English