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Queen of the Acre

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[Verse 1] Sunrise crowns the corn rows, gold along the wire You walk the morning fence with a six-string and a fire Your boots leave little commas in the dust beside the gate And every board beneath your hand remembers how to wait [Pre-Chorus] Milk pails ring, the screen door swings A new prayer rises through the grain The neighbors turn their radios down To hear you call the day by name [Chorus] Queen of the acre, tip your invisible crown You turn the porch light loose and send it running through this town Country in your backbone, bright thunder in your tune With an open sky above you and a small beat under the moon Queen of the acre, take the long way home Every field is leaning closer when you make that six-string moan [Verse 2] The barn boards catch the shimmer, red dust lifts and settles A tractor slows beside the lane, its driver taps the metal Lanterns count the distance like a metronome in bloom While your wired heart makes room enough for everyone to move [Pre-Chorus] Callused hands and Sunday shoes Find a rhythm in the hay The old porch light forgets to rust And learns a brighter kind of sway [Chorus] Queen of the acre, tip your invisible crown You turn the porch light loose and send it running through this town Country in your backbone, bright thunder in your tune With an open sky above you and a small beat under the moon Queen of the acre, take the long way home Every field is leaning closer when you make that six-string moan [Bridge] When midnight gathers at the silo And the harvest hums below You draw a moonlit path with one note Tell the tired earth to go [Final Chorus] Queen of the acre, tip your invisible crown You turn the porch light loose and send it running through this town Country in your backbone, bright thunder in your tune With an open sky above you and a small beat under the moon Queen of the acre, let the whole wide valley know There is more than one way home when you are leading where we go [Outro] The kick grows quiet, strings remain Your last chord floats across the grain You tip that crown, then smile once more And play one song beyond the door