Just a down-home drive, on those old country roads, Spring turns to summer, and the miles softly unfold. Ozark mountains rising, deer crossing the lane, Setting down all my worries, as I roll down the lane. (Chorus) Sweet tea on the porch, an old tackle box by the front door, Every mile brings me closer, to the love I was waiting for. Mom’s old songs in my head, and my dad’s calm guide, Sitting on the tailgate, with my best friend by my side. (Verse 2) The seasons keep changing, but some things stay true, Like the laughter of family, the dreams I once knew. Watching a sunset, with my old dog at my feet, Every mile reminds me, I’m right where I’m meant to be. And in that pause, I taste the sweet taste of apple pie moonshine / Like a slow river winding through a summer night. (pause) (Chorus)x2 Sweet tea on the porch, an old tackle box by the front door, Every mile brings me closer, to the love I was waiting for. Mom’s old songs in my head, and my dad’s calm guide, Sitting on the tailgate, with my best friend by my side.
