@Distro+++ Cajun Dead country ain`t nothin but Three chords and the truth

[ Intro ] Country ain`t nothin but three chords and the truth The beating heart of its soul [ lookin right back out at you ] Whispers of the river, echoes of the lib long day Workin`folk threads at dawn, woven in [ the touch of gray ] Breathes through the veil, beyond sight or sound Breaks through th silence, where the [ truths are found ] From cajun hill bill to Appalachian way its here and its here right [ here ta stay ] Its got a voice by right not so much by choice It needs to be and it [ needs to rejoice ] Oh Yes Country ain`t nothin but three chords and the truth The beating heart of its soul lookin [ right back out at you ] [Verse 2] In the void of meaning, silence shouts out loud, Reflections in a mirror, obscured by the [ honky news cloud ] The sun dips low, a futile pursuit, Leaves fall like memories, sung through [ times bluegrass root. ] There’s an inkling in the dark, under the tired end of the work day sky, Eternal questions of meanin` that sleep [ where shadows lie ]. Through the mornin' mist-formed paths, the lost wander without end, Seeking the truth from what [ fakebook reality pretends. ] Amidst the chaos, where shadows dare creep, Lies the calm of the soul in the [ deep end of sleep.] Truth disguised in the night’s subtle sighs, After love echoes, here in [ the bed quietly lies.] Country ain`t nothin but three chords and the truth. The beating heart of its soul [ lookin`right back out at you ]