Still That Hole ft. 𝒞𝓁ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇 ℒ𝓎𝓇𝒳 [TRA Winterfest] ©️

𝗚𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗽𝗽𝗼🦎

rock, classic rock, rockabilly

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⚡ Part of the True Rock Alliance Winterfest Challenge

💬🎸 Join the True Rock Alliance Studio → https://discord.gg/tra-studio

🎸 Based on a guitar riff kindly shared by 𝒞𝓁ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇 ℒ𝓎𝓇𝒳 for this event.
       (https://suno.com/@cleverlyrx)

🙏 Thanks for listening
Copyright © 2025 𝗚𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗽𝗽𝗼🦎

🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵

The morning fog hangs low ... like breath upon the glass,
The street smells of wet wood and old diesel gas.
I pass the corner where dad’s old car once stood,
Porches lean and fences fade, where quiet engines sleep.
Funny how winter calls the roads we swore we’d never ride again.

I think of car seats,  leather and clutter piled,
Dad sang off-key while some song spun on the radio,
We watched the roadside trees ... a quick stop just to pee,
No boss to call our names, just sunlight in that suitcase.

Mama used to say, "Keep your coat buttoned tight."
She laughed and passed me a sandwich in the back seat.

See that mountain wrapped in morning white,
Dad's got the wheel, the heater's humming low,
Mom's got ham and cheese ... who's wantin' one to go?
There's a hole in the water ... like the dam's deep drain in the blue.

We'd run the field, kick frost up into the smoke,
Dad would cast his line while the dam held all that blue,
Smoked links on the spit and the smell of wood stoves,
"Food's on the table," Grandma always used to say,
We'd hush to hear the crickets and count the fireflies.

Mama used to say, "Keep your coat buttoned tight."
She laughed and passed me a sandwich in the back seat.

"ride on,"

Now I tip my hat to days that made me whole,
I count the laughs still hanging ’round my mouth ... those memories weigh like gold.
I hope my girls find that same wild, tender road.

See that mountain wrapped in morning white,
I’m at the wheel, the heater’s humming low,
My baby’s got ham and cheese ... kids laughing in the back row,
Still that hole in the water ... where the past runs deep and true

See that mountain wrapped in morning white,
I’m at the wheel, the heater’s humming low,
My baby’s got ham and cheese .... kids laughing in the back row,
Still that hole in the water ... where the past runs deep and true
Yeah...that same wild road

"one more time!"

Still that hole in the water
Still that hole in the water
Still that hole in the water

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