Wir sind die StorytellerZ und Du findest uns im Discord unter: https://discord.gg/storytellerz 🤠 🌾 🚜🤠 🌾 🚜🤠 🌾 🚜🤠 🌾 🚜🤠 🌾 🚜🤠 🌾 🚜 Lyrics written by @Arloma. All rights reserved © 2026 🤠 🌾 🚜🤠 🌾 🚜🤠 🌾 🚜🤠 🌾 🚜 I still remember that gravel road, Barefoot summers and a sky of gold. Before your hand ever reached for me, Love was just a word I didn’t need. 🤠 🌾 🚜🤠 🌾 🚜🤠 🌾 🚜🤠 🌾 🚜 We grew up in a one-light town, Chasing fireflies when the sun went down. You had a ribbon in your Sunday hair, I had torn-up jeans and dust everywhere. We spent our summers by the old creek bend, Skipping flat stones till the daylight end. You’d steal my cap, I’d chase you through the corn, Laughing like the whole wide world was ours. 🤠 🌾 🚜🤠 🌾 🚜🤠 🌾 🚜🤠 🌾 🚜 Everybody said we’d grow up and leave, But you always saved the porch swing for me. Some things change, some things stay, Like your smile at the end of a summer day. 🤠 🌾 🚜🤠 🌾 🚜🤠 🌾 🚜🤠 🌾 🚜 We were two kids from Tennessee, Growing up wild between the fields and the creek. You were my first fight, my first best friend, The hand I’d reach for when the road would bend. Somewhere between the dust and the July heat, You stopped being just the girl beside me. I looked at you, and you looked at me, And love came slow to two kids from Tennessee. 🤠 🌾 🚜🤠 🌾 🚜🤠 🌾 🚜🤠 🌾 🚜 At sixteen, you were driving your daddy’s Ford, I was waiting by your screen porch door. We’d take the long way past the county line, Just to hear that radio and lose some time. You talked about Nashville, I talked about rain, We made big plans on a two-lane lane. I never said much, but I guess you knew, Every road I pictured had a place for you. 🤠 🌾 🚜🤠 🌾 🚜🤠 🌾 🚜🤠 🌾 🚜 Then homecoming lights caught your eyes just right, And I forgot every word that night. You smiled like you’d been waiting too, For me to finally tell the truth. 🤠 🌾 🚜🤠 🌾 🚜🤠 🌾 🚜🤠 🌾 🚜 We were two kids from Tennessee, Growing up wild between the fields and the creek. You were my first fight, my first best friend, The hand I’d reach for when the road would bend. Somewhere between the dust and the July heat, You stopped being just the girl beside me. I looked at you, and you looked at me, And love came slow to two kids from Tennessee. 🤠 🌾 🚜🤠 🌾 🚜🤠 🌾 🚜🤠 🌾 🚜 Years rolled on like a river wide, We left for a while, but came back in time. Bought a little house by the same old road, Where the dogwoods bloom and the west wind blows. Now there’s chalk on the porch and toys in the yard, Your coffee cup sitting where my mama’s used to start. And when our children run through the evening glow, I see the two of us from long ago. 🤠 🌾 🚜🤠 🌾 🚜🤠 🌾 🚜🤠 🌾 🚜 We were two kids from Tennessee, Now we’re raising our own where we used to dream. You’re still my first laugh, my last goodnight, The porch light burning at the end of my life. Somewhere between the dust and the July heat, God gave forever to you and me. I take your hand, and I still believe, In love that grew from two kids from Tennessee. 🤠 🌾 🚜🤠 🌾 🚜🤠 🌾 🚜🤠 🌾 🚜 Yeah, we were two kids in a one-light town, And somehow those roots never let us down. If heaven’s got a backroad, I know where it leads, Back to you and me in Tennessee.
