(Verse 1) The asphalt ends where the pine trees crowd the sky And the old men sit on the porch and watch the world go by They talk about the timber mills and the winters long ago Before the highway cut the hills and paved the creek below (Chorus) Give me three chords and a pine-wood floor A heavy heart that doesn't mind the pour Away from the sirens and the neon neon throng Take me back to the hollow where the daylight don’t belong (Verse 2) My grandfather’s old Gibson has a crack along the grain But it sings just like a whippoorwill when it senses coming rain He told me son, the radio is selling shiny lies You can’t find soul in a synthesizer, no matter how you try (Chorus) Give me three chords and a pine-wood floor A heavy heart that doesn't mind the pour Away from the sirens and the neon neon throng Take me back to the hollow where the daylight don’t belong (Bridge) They traded in the fiddle for a digital machine They traded out the dirt roads for a glowing little screen But the roots run deep beneath the frost, despite what they have sold And a simple song of truth is worth its weight in stolen gold (Guitar & Fiddle Solo) [Suno Tag: Instrument Solo - Melancholic Fiddle and Acoustic Guitar] (Chorus) Give me three chords and a pine-wood floor A heavy heart that doesn't mind the pour Away from the sirens and the neon neon throng Take me back to the hollow where the daylight don’t belong (Outro) Yeah, take me back to the hollow... Where the old songs... still belong. [Suno Tag: Fade out on a lonely acoustic strum]
