Tennessee Sky

Tennessee country, smooth drawl, rhythmic trap-influenced drums, acoustic guitar, gravelly vocals

V5.5

[Chorus]
And I’m leaning on the tailgate, looking at the stars
Thanking God for the scars and the local bars
With a little bit of whiskey and a whole lot of pride
Just a small-town kid on a midnight ride
Yeah, the world keeps spinning, but I’m right here
With a heavy heart and a cold, glass bottle of beer
Living for the moments that the city don’t know
Down where the blacktop ends and the pine trees grow

[Verse 2]
Saw your taillights fading in the rearview mirror
Thought the ghost of us would finally be clearer
But the memory of you is like a song on the radio
No matter how I run, it’s everywhere I go
So I’ll cast another line in the muddy creek
Try to find the words that I’m too proud to speak
About a girl from the valley and a boy from the hill
And a love that’s gone, but a heart that’s still

[Bridge]
Sometimes the bourbon tastes a little bit more like regret
For the things I said and the things I haven’t done yet
But I’ll keep on digging, keep on planting these seeds
’Cause a Tennessee sky is all a man really needs

[Guitar Solo]
[Country electric guitar solo, bluesy bend]

[Chorus]
Yeah, I’m leaning on the tailgate, looking at the stars
Thanking God for the scars and the local bars
With a little bit of whiskey and a whole lot of pride
Just a small-town kid on a midnight ride
Yeah, the world keeps spinning, but I’m right here
With a heavy heart and a cold, glass bottle of beer
Living for the moments that the city don’t know
Down where the blacktop ends and the pine trees grow

[Outro]
Yeah, where the pine trees grow
Just a little more whiskey
To wash down the beer
Yeah, out here...
[Acoustic guitar outro]
[Fade Out]
[End]

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[Verse 1] Dirt on the boots, dust on the dash A week of hard work for a little bit of cash I’m headed down a road where the cell service fades Past the rusted-out barns and the tall sawgrass blades Got a silver bullet waiting in a bucket of ice Yeah, this little town can feel like paradise If you know where to look, if you know where to turn Away from the bridges that we already burned [Chorus] And I’m leaning on the tailgate, looking at the stars Thanking God for the scars and the local bars With a little bit of whiskey and a whole lot of pride Just a small-town kid on a midnight ride Yeah, the world keeps spinning, but I’m right here With a heavy heart and a cold, glass bottle of beer Living for the moments that the city don’t know Down where the blacktop ends and the pine trees grow [Verse 2] Saw your taillights fading in the rearview mirror Thought the ghost of us would finally be clearer But the memory of you is like a song on the radio No matter how I run, it’s everywhere I go So I’ll cast another line in the muddy creek Try to find the words that I’m too proud to speak About a girl from the valley and a boy from the hill And a love that’s gone, but a heart that’s still [Chorus] And I’m leaning on the tailgate, looking at the stars Thanking God for the scars and the local bars With a little bit of whiskey and a whole lot of pride Just a small-town kid on a midnight ride Yeah, the world keeps spinning, but I’m right here With a heavy heart and a cold, glass bottle of beer Living for the moments that the city don’t know Down where the blacktop ends and the pine trees grow [Bridge] Sometimes the bourbon tastes a little bit more like regret For the things I said and the things I haven’t done yet But I’ll keep on digging, keep on planting these seeds ’Cause a Tennessee sky is all a man really needs [Guitar Solo] [Country electric guitar solo, bluesy bend] [Chorus] Yeah, I’m leaning on the tailgate, looking at the stars Thanking God for the scars and the local bars With a little bit of whiskey and a whole lot of pride Just a small-town kid on a midnight ride Yeah, the world keeps spinning, but I’m right here With a heavy heart and a cold, glass bottle of beer Living for the moments that the city don’t know Down where the blacktop ends and the pine trees grow [Outro] Yeah, where the pine trees grow Just a little more whiskey To wash down the beer Yeah, out here... [Acoustic guitar outro] [Fade Out] [End]

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