The Story that Became…

Heartland Rock, Country Rock, Pop Folk Country, R&B, Soulful, distinct gritty male vocals, complementary background vocals and echos

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Jake was just a boy from the South Branch River bend,
Mud on his boots, chasing dreams in the wind. (whoa)
Danielle had a laugh like a summer storm,
Lightning in her eyes, a heart warm but worn.
They met in the hospital, sparks flew fast,
They swore that kind of young love would surely last.
Two kids from the mid-south with nothing but time,
Wrote their names in that old knotty pine.(oohh)
Now it’s Jake and Danielle, down a winding road,
Built a life from love and from the stories they wrote.
With a baby girl, Elliana by name,
They thought the world would never change.
But sometimes the heart learns to bend and sway,
And the ones we lose…can just slowly drift away.
Danielle’s mama was a force…big and strong,(yeah)
Taught Danielle right from wrong…through a gospel song.
Her sister spoke fire…her words ran deep,
Could talk you down or raise you up off your feet.
Pastor’s voice echoed every Sunday morn,
Jake sat still… just like a child reborn.
And slowly the ties that made him whole,
Were traded all in…for another kind of soul.(whoa)
Yeah, Jake and Danielle, they stood so tall,
But he stopped picking up those hometown calls.
His mama sometimes cried…on the back porch in vain,
His grandma wrote letters…that fell like rain.
But the louder the church bells rang each day,
The farther his own roots…just slowly washed away.
Love can be healing…love can blind,
And sometimes we lose…what we chose…to leave behind.
He wasn't cruel…he just closed the door, (yeah)
Thought his faith and this new family…couldn’t ask for more.
Now Ellianna’s growing, eyes like his,
She don’t know her daddy’s kin, or the home he is missed.
Jake holds her close in the evening light,
But sometimes wonders…if he did things right.(oohh)
'Cause Jake and Danielle, they still hold hands,
But life don’t always go as we had hoped or how we planned.
He built a new house…left his name behind,
Searching for peace…don’t know if  it’s something…he’ll ever find.
Yeah, the story we live…ain’t always the same,
…or the story they tell…when they speak our name.
Jake and Danielle, just two kids who tried,
Love can lift you…or just ask you to hide.
And the ties we break…we might regret someday,
…and the silence we choose…has a price to pay.(yeah)

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Jake was just a boy from the South Branch River bend, Mud on his boots, chasing dreams in the wind. (whoa) Danielle had a laugh like a summer storm, Lightning in her eyes, a heart warm but worn. They met in the hospital, sparks flew fast, They swore that kind of young love would surely last. Two kids from the mid-south with nothing but time, Wrote their names in that old knotty pine.(oohh) Now it’s Jake and Danielle, down a winding road, Built a life from love and from the stories they wrote. With a baby girl, Elliana by name, They thought the world would never change. But sometimes the heart learns to bend and sway, And the ones we lose…can just slowly drift away. Danielle’s mama was a force…big and strong,(yeah) Taught Danielle right from wrong…through a gospel song. Her sister spoke fire…her words ran deep, Could talk you down or raise you up off your feet. Pastor’s voice echoed every Sunday morn, Jake sat still… just like a child reborn. And slowly the ties that made him whole, Were traded all in…for another kind of soul.(whoa) Yeah, Jake and Danielle, they stood so tall, But he stopped picking up those hometown calls. His mama sometimes cried…on the back porch in vain, His grandma wrote letters…that fell like rain. But the louder the church bells rang each day, The farther his own roots…just slowly washed away. Love can be healing…love can blind, And sometimes we lose…what we chose…to leave behind. He wasn't cruel…he just closed the door, (yeah) Thought his faith and this new family…couldn’t ask for more. Now Ellianna’s growing, eyes like his, She don’t know her daddy’s kin, or the home he is missed. Jake holds her close in the evening light, But sometimes wonders…if he did things right.(oohh) 'Cause Jake and Danielle, they still hold hands, But life don’t always go as we had hoped or how we planned. He built a new house…left his name behind, Searching for peace…don’t know if it’s something…he’ll ever find. Yeah, the story we live…ain’t always the same, …or the story they tell…when they speak our name. Jake and Danielle, just two kids who tried, Love can lift you…or just ask you to hide. And the ties we break…we might regret someday, …and the silence we choose…has a price to pay.(yeah)

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