Rolling Through Sonora

[Verse 1] Sun coming up over the hills so wide, Ford truck humming on a backroad ride. Blue tick hound with his head out the door, Tail wagging like he’s ready for more. Cornfields waving in the morning breeze, Cattle grazing under old oak trees. Life feels simple, and it sure feels right, Sonora shining in that golden light. [Chorus] Rolling through Sonora, where the heart runs free, Just me and my hound and this old F-350. Fields of green and skies so blue, There ain’t nothing I’d rather do. Rolling through Sonora, living wild and true. [Verse 2] Radio playing that old George Strait, Coffee in a thermos, man it tastes great. Neighbors wave from a rusty gate, Small-town love, yeah, it’s worth the wait. Every mile feels like a memory make, Every sunset fishing at a country lake. This is home, and I’ll never roam, Sonora’s calling, and I’m heading home. [Bridge] When the world gets heavy and the nights get long, I find my peace where the roots are strong. Ford truck, hound dog, and a country song, Sonora’s where I belong. [Chorus (Repeat)] Rolling through Sonora, where the heart runs free, Just me and my hound and this old F-350. Fields of green and skies so blue, There ain’t nothing I’d rather do. Rolling through Sonora, living wild and true.