"Whiskey, Rope Swings, & the Holler"

Southern soul Dirtstomp Ballad, twangy dobro, front-porch acoustic, rusty banjo rolls, bass thumpin’, beer-buzzed harmonies, ambiance, swampy harmonica cries, rough, genuine, whiskey-aged drawl

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[Verse 1: Guitar, Down-picked steel-string, half-tuned, Dobro Slide	Echoes, Drums	Footstomp + thigh slap + snare w/ brush]:
    Down in the holler past the rusted gate
    Where the creek bends left and time runs late
    Mud on our boots, smoke in the trees
    We found heaven in ten-dollar whiskey

Ol’ Darryl’s got the coals burnin' right
    Grillin’ ribs in a halo of citronella light
    Kids on the rope swing, splashin’ pride
    We was kings of the river on a Bud Light high

[Chorus: Half-drunk gang harmonies]:
    We had mud in our blood
    Songs in our soul
    Fire on the hill
    And beer on ice cold
    Throwin’ horseshoes till the moon stood still
    And laughin’ 'bout love and the ones that got killed
    Tellin’ lies that felt like truth
    'Bout the trucks we wrecked and the girls we knew
    Yeah these nights don’t come from a store
    They come from whiskey
    Rope swings
    And the holler we swore we'd never leave for more

[Verse 2: Acoustic Guitar: Same rhythm, slightly more aggressive strums. Dobro: Minor shift in scale, use dissonant slides, subtle tambourine shake every 4th beat]:
    Tasha played her daddy’s old guitar
    Sang sad songs under summer stars
    While Ricky swore he'd marry her quick
    But he took off runnin’ when she got sick

Me? I stayed
    Not ‘cause I had to
    But ‘cause the dirt here
    Feels like glue
    Even when my knuckles bled
    I’d do it all again just to hear what Ricky said

[Bridge – Slow & Reflective, Banjo: Light plucks,  Acoustic Guitar: Revert to intro fingerpicking but in minor voicings. Dobro: Sustain long, bowed slide notes.]:
    Sometimes the fire dims
    But the stories don’t fade
    They live in that patch of pine by the palmetto shade
    Where the moon sits low and the world feels small
    And our laughter’s the only truth we recall

[Final Chorus – Half-drunk gang harmonies, Belt It, Percussion: Full stomp/slap + snare shuffle combo. All Guitars In, Double acoustics, strumming fully open, Banjo & Harmonica, Interweave, harmonica rides the downbeats while banjo dances behind., Bass.]:
    With mud in our blood
    Songs in our soul
    Fire on the hill
    And hearts half whole
    Tossin’ horseshoes like we tossed our pride
    And swappin’ regrets by the firelight
    Tellin’ lies that we half believed
    ‘Bout the folks we lost and the ones that leave
    These nights don't live in some city lore
    They live in whiskey
    Rope swings
    And the holler
    And the holler
    That we still fight for

[Outro – Whispered Over,  Acoustic Guitar, Fingerpick, Harmonica, Whispering bends,]:
    So if you hear frogs singin’
    Or smell cedar smoke
    That ain’t just the night
    That’s the holler
    Sayin’ you ain’t broke

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[Intro – Soft, nostalgic, Spoken/Sung Over Light Guitar]: Crack open a beer Light that fire Let the night creep in like an old man’s choir Crickets hum, stories start And somebody’s already tearin’ up their heart [Verse 1: Guitar, Down-picked steel-string, half-tuned, Dobro Slide Echoes, Drums Footstomp + thigh slap + snare w/ brush]: Down in the holler past the rusted gate Where the creek bends left and time runs late Mud on our boots, smoke in the trees We found heaven in ten-dollar whiskey Ol’ Darryl’s got the coals burnin' right Grillin’ ribs in a halo of citronella light Kids on the rope swing, splashin’ pride We was kings of the river on a Bud Light high [Chorus: Half-drunk gang harmonies]: We had mud in our blood Songs in our soul Fire on the hill And beer on ice cold Throwin’ horseshoes till the moon stood still And laughin’ 'bout love and the ones that got killed Tellin’ lies that felt like truth 'Bout the trucks we wrecked and the girls we knew Yeah these nights don’t come from a store They come from whiskey Rope swings And the holler we swore we'd never leave for more [Verse 2: Acoustic Guitar: Same rhythm, slightly more aggressive strums. Dobro: Minor shift in scale, use dissonant slides, subtle tambourine shake every 4th beat]: Tasha played her daddy’s old guitar Sang sad songs under summer stars While Ricky swore he'd marry her quick But he took off runnin’ when she got sick Me? I stayed Not ‘cause I had to But ‘cause the dirt here Feels like glue Even when my knuckles bled I’d do it all again just to hear what Ricky said [Bridge – Slow & Reflective, Banjo: Light plucks, Acoustic Guitar: Revert to intro fingerpicking but in minor voicings. Dobro: Sustain long, bowed slide notes.]: Sometimes the fire dims But the stories don’t fade They live in that patch of pine by the palmetto shade Where the moon sits low and the world feels small And our laughter’s the only truth we recall [Final Chorus – Half-drunk gang harmonies, Belt It, Percussion: Full stomp/slap + snare shuffle combo. All Guitars In, Double acoustics, strumming fully open, Banjo & Harmonica, Interweave, harmonica rides the downbeats while banjo dances behind., Bass.]: With mud in our blood Songs in our soul Fire on the hill And hearts half whole Tossin’ horseshoes like we tossed our pride And swappin’ regrets by the firelight Tellin’ lies that we half believed ‘Bout the folks we lost and the ones that leave These nights don't live in some city lore They live in whiskey Rope swings And the holler And the holler That we still fight for [Outro – Whispered Over, Acoustic Guitar, Fingerpick, Harmonica, Whispering bends,]: So if you hear frogs singin’ Or smell cedar smoke That ain’t just the night That’s the holler Sayin’ you ain’t broke

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